Thomson(i)
3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; no rest to my bones, because of my sins.
4 Because mine iniquities mounted above my head; like a heavy burden they were heavy on me.
5 The Wounds, on account of my folly putrefied and became corrupt.
6 I was in misery and wholly bent down: all the longsome day I went mourning.
7 For my soul was filled with illusions; and there was no soundness in my flesh.
8 I was afflicted and exceedingly depressed: I roared because of the groans of my heart.