Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.

ד (Dalet) I collapse in the dirt. Revive me with your word!

I hold fast to your rules. O Lord, do not let me be ashamed!

For we lie in the dirt, with our bellies pressed to the ground.

My soul pursues you; your right hand upholds me.

The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. You set me in the dust of death.

I will not even consider doing what is dishonest. I hate doing evil; I will have no part of it.

May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, and do not give Jerusalem priority over whatever gives me the most joy.