YLT(i)
2 For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
3 Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
4 For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden—too heavy for me.
5 Stunk—become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.
6 I have been bent down, I have been bowed down—unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7 For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.