MSTC(i)
4 For my wickednesses are gone over my head, and are like a sore burden, too heavy for me to bear.
5 My wounds stink, and are corrupt, through my foolishness.
6 I am brought into so great trouble and misery, that I go mourning all the day long.
7 For my loins are filled with a sore disease, and there is no whole part in my body.
8 I am feeble and sore smitten, I roar for the very disquietness of my heart.