[Agenda Herbipolensis]

There is no health in my flesh because of Your anger; there is no peace for my bones because of my sins. For my iniquities have passed over my head; and as a heavy burden, they are become heavy upon me. My sores have rotted and are corrupt because of my foolishness. I have become miserable and am bowed down even to the end; I went along sorrowful all the day. For my loins are filled with illusions; and there is no health in my flesh. I am afflicted and humbled exceedingly; I roared with the groaning of my heart. O Lord, all my desire is before You; and my groaning is not hidden from You. My heart is troubled, my strength has left me; and the light of my eyes itself is not with me. My friends and my neighbors have approached against me and stood. And those who were near me stood from afar; and they who sought my soul offered violence. And those who sought evils to me spoke vanities; and they meditated deceits all day long. But I, as a deaf man, did not hear; and as a dumb man, not opening his mouth. And I have become as a man not hearing; and not ha[ving]