Psalm 32:3

He that covereth his sins shall not prosper: but whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall have mercy.

I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.

And they have not cried unto me with their heart, when they howled upon their beds: they assemble themselves for corn and wine, and they rebel against me.

My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.

Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

Judah is gone into captivity because of affliction, and because of great servitude: she dwelleth among the heathen, she findeth no rest: all her persecutors overtook her between the straits.

We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

Thy sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets, as a wild bull in a net: they are full of the fury of the LORD, the rebuke of thy God.

For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him: I hid me, and was wroth, and he went on frowardly in the way of his heart.

My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.