Bishops(i)
3 There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne
4 For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare
5 My woundes stinke and are corrupt: through my foolishnes
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long
7 For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body