Psalms 109:24
My knees are feeble for need of food; there is no fat on my bones.
My knees are feeble for need of food; there is no fat on my bones.
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10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
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.
22 For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
23 I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
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.
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.
20 He has no desire for food, and his soul is turned away from delicate meat;
21 His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
25 As for me, they make sport of me; shaking their heads when they see me.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
10 My bitter weeping, and my going without food, were turned to my shame.
26 My flesh and my heart are wasting away: but God is the Rock of my heart and my eternal heritage.
17 All hands will be feeble and all knees without strength, like water.
8 It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
5 Their souls became feeble for need of food and drink.
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.
25 For our souls are crushed down to the dust: our bodies are stretched out on the earth.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
28 My soul is wasted with sorrow; give me strength again in keeping with your word
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
82 My eyes are full of weariness with searching for your word, saying, When will you give me comfort?
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.
2 But as for me, my feet had almost gone from under me; I was near to slipping;
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
7 My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
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.
2 When evil-doers, even my haters, came on me to put an end to me, they were broken and put to shame.
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.
20 My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
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.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
13 But as for me, when they were ill I put on the clothing of sorrow: I went without food and was sad, and my prayer came back again to my heart.
30 Even the young men will become feeble and tired, and the best of them will come to the end of his strength;
3 They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
9 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
18 They are disgusted by all food, and they come near to the doors of death.
6 My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)