Lamentations 3:4
He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
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3 For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
4 Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
5 From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
3 Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
5 He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
6 In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
11 My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
16 And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
17 And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
5 Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
13 From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
20 To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
21 His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
11 Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17 At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
18 By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
10 For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
14 As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
16 And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
17 I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,
7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8 And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
9 His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
12 At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
13 Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
14 He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
30 My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
9 He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
22 My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.
3 Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
2 Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
13 I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
19 And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
3 And who have eaten the flesh of My people, And their skin from off them have stript, And their bones they have broken, And they have spread `them' out as in a pot, And as flesh in the midst of a caldron.
17 Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
3 Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.
3 When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
3 For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
7 For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8 I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
8 Thou causest me to hear joy and gladness, Thou makest joyful bones Thou hast bruised.
23 He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
6 And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
26 And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God:
10 Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.