Я согбен и совсем поник, весь день сетуя хожу,
[Пс 37:7 (38)]
My back is filled with searing pain; there is no health in my body.
For my sides are filled with burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh.
For my loins are filled with burning, And there is no soundness in my flesh.
A raging fever burns within me, and my health is broken.
For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
For my loins are full of inflammation, And there is no soundness in my flesh.
For my loins are full of burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh.