בְּרֶ֤צַח ׀ בְּֽעַצְמוֹתַ֗י חֵרְפ֥וּנִי צוֹרְרָ֑י בְּאָמְרָ֥ם אֵלַ֥י כָּל־הַ֝יּ֗וֹם אַיֵּ֥ה אֱלֹהֶֽיךָ׃
Parang espadang tumatagos sa aking mga buto ang panlalait sa akin ng aking mga kaaway, habang buong araw nilang sinasabi sa akin: “Nasaan ang iyong Diyos?”
Rashi
With murder in my bones, my oppressors have reproached me It seemed to me as though they were killing me, so confined within my bones was that with which my oppressors provoke and reproach me.