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

When I refused to confess my sin, my whole body wasted away, while I groaned in pain all day long.

Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am frail! Heal me, Lord, for my bones are shaking!

my bones were not hidden from you, when I was made in secret and sewed together in the depths of the earth.