Rotherham(i)
2 For, thine arrows, have sunk down into me, and thy hand, presseth heavily upon me.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh, By reason of thine indignation, There is no peace in my bones, By reason of my sin;
4 For, mine iniquities, have passed over my head, Like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me:
5 My wounds are of bad odour––they have festered, by reason of my folly:
6 I am bent, I am bowed down very low. All the day, have I gloomily walked;
7 For, my loins, are filled with inflammation, and there is no soundness in my flesh: