Salmos 38

Je suis courbé, abattu au dernier point; Tout le jour je marche dans la tristesse.

Porque mis lomos están llenos de irritación, y no hay sanidad en mi carne.

For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.

For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.