My insides, churning, are never quiet; days of affliction confront me.
My bowels boiled, and rested not: The days of affliction prevented me.
My heart is troubled and does not rest; days of affliction come to meet me.
My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
My insides have seethed, without any rest, for the days of affliction have prevented it.