Psalm 38:2, 8-10

For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.

I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart. Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee. My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.