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