Their appearance is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.
When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.
I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.