Psalms 102:5
From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
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4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
20To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
2Hide not Thou Thy face from me, In a day of mine adversity, Incline unto me Thine ear, In the day I call, haste, answer me.
3For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
4Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
14As 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.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
18By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
10For 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.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
30My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
7As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
3Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
17I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,
24My knees have been feeble from fasting, And my flesh hath failed of fatness.
2Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
6I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
11Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
13From 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.
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
25For bowed to the dust hath our soul, Cleaved to the earth hath our belly.
9Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
3I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
25`Daleth.' Cleaved to the dust hath my soul, Quicken me according to Thy word.
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
16And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
7My soul is refusing to touch! They `are' as my sickening food.
22My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.
6I have spread forth my hands unto Thee, My soul `is' as a weary land for Thee. Selah.