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