4 My flesh and my skin hath he wasted away, he hath broken my bones.
5 He hath built against me, and encompassed [me] with gall and toil.
6 He hath made me to dwell in dark places as those that have been long dead.
7 He hath hedged me about that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
8 Even when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.
Share this page