Salmos 38

Je suis tordu, affaissé outre mesure; tout le temps, je marche voilé de 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.