Psalms 102:5
By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
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4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
20 My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
2 Don't hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call.
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 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
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 "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.
9 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
21 His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
3 When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
7 "As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol."
2 For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
17 I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.
24 My knees are weak through fasting. My body is thin and lacks fat.
2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
6 I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
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.
9 Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.
10 My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
11 My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
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.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
21 For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
4 My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.
20 See, Yahweh; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
25 For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our body clings to the earth.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,
3 I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
25 My soul is laid low in the dust. Revive me according to your word!
19 He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
7 My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.
22 then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone.
6 I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.