Psalms 102:5
Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
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4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
20My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
2Let not your face be veiled from me in the day of my trouble; give ear to me, and let my cry be answered quickly.
3My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
4My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
14I 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.
15My 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.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10My 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.
21His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
3When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
30My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
31And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
7Our bones are broken up at the mouth of the underworld, as the earth is broken by the plough.
2For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.
3My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
17I am able to see all my bones; their looks are fixed on me:
24My knees are feeble for need of food; there is no fat on my bones.
2Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
6I am like a bird living by itself in the waste places; like the night-bird in a waste of sand.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
7For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
8I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
11My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
11By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
13From 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.
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
8It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
4My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
20See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
25For our souls are crushed down to the dust: our bodies are stretched out on the earth.
9I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
3I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
25<DALETH> My soul is joined to the dust: O give me life, in keeping with your word.
19Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
16By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
7My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.
22May my arm be pulled from my body, and be broken from its base.
6My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)