Rotherham(i)
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:
8 I am benumbed and crushed exceedingly,––I have cried aloud because of the groaning of my heart.