Lamentations 3:4
My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
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3 For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.
4 My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
3 Surely against me he turns his hand again and again all the day.
5 He has built against me, and surrounded me with gall and travail.
6 He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
17 You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
13 From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.
20 My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
14 I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
16 For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet.
17 I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
9 He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
9 He has walled up my ways with cut stone; he has made my paths crooked.
22 then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
13 I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
19 He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;
3 who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them, and break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron.
17 For he breaks me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.
3 The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.
3 When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
3 For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
7 For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
8 Let me hear joy and gladness, That the bones which you have broken may rejoice.
23 He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
6 "But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
26 After my skin is destroyed, then in my flesh shall I see God,
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.