Why is my pain unending and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? You are like a deceptive brook, whose waters cannot be depended on.

"Now, my soul pours itself out; the time of my affliction has taken control of me. The night racks my bones; and the pain that gnaws on me will not rest.

Be gracious to me, LORD, because I am fading away. Heal me, because my body is distressed. And my soul is deeply distressed. But you, LORD, how long do I wait?

My insides are burning and my body is unhealthy.

As for me, I am afflicted and hurting; may your deliverance, God, establish me on high.