Lamentations 3:4
My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
4 My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
3 Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
5 He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.
6 He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
17 My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
13 From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
20 My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
21 His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
11 By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17 The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
15 My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
16 Dogs have come round me: I am shut in by the band of evil-doers; they made wounds in my hands and feet.
17 I am able to see all my bones; their looks are fixed on me:
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
8 It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
9 I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes;
12 I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.
13 His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
14 I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
30 My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
9 He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
22 May my arm be pulled from my body, and be broken from its base.
3 My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
19 Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;
3 Like meat they take the flesh of my people for their food, skinning them and crushing their bones, yes, cutting them up as if for the pot, like flesh inside the cooking-pot.
17 For I would be crushed by his storm, my wounds would be increased without cause.
3 The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
3 The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
7 For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
8 Make me full of joy and rapture; so that the bones which have been broken may be glad.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
26 And ... without my flesh I will see God;
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.