Psalms 102:5
By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
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4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
2 Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline thine ear unto me: in the day when I call answer me speedily.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
21 His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
17 I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
24 My knees are weak through fasting; and my flesh faileth of fatness.
2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
6 I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7 For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
13 From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desote and faint all the day.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
21 Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
20 Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
25 For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the earth.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
3 I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
25 DALETH. My soul cleaveth unto the dust: quicken thou me according to thy word.
19 He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
22 Then let mine arm fall from my shoulder blade, and mine arm be broken from the bone.
6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.