Psalms 102:5
By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
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4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
20My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
2Hide not thy face from me in the day of my distress: Incline thine ear unto me; In the day when I call answer me speedily.
3For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
4My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
14I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
18By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
9Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.
30My skin is black, [and falleth] from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
31Therefore is my harp [turned] to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
7As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth, Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
2For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.
3There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
17I may count all my bones; They look and stare upon me.
24My knees are weak through fasting; And my flesh faileth of fatness.
2Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
6I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am become as an owl of the waste places.
6I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.
8I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee.
10My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
11My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
13From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
8And thou hast laid fast hold on me, [which] is a witness [against me] : And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.
21For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
4My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
20Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
25For our soul is bowed down to the dust: Our body cleaveth unto the earth.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping,
3I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
25DALETH. My soul cleaveth unto the dust: Quicken thou me according to thy word.
19He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, And with continual strife in his bones;
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.
7My soul refuseth to touch [them] ; They are as loathsome food to me.
22Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And mine arm be broken from the bone.
6I spread forth my hands unto thee: My soul [thirsteth] after thee, as a weary land. {{Selah