Psalms 109:24
My knees have been feeble from fasting, And my flesh hath failed of fatness.
My knees have been feeble from fasting, And my flesh hath failed of fatness.
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10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with 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.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
22For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
23As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.
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.
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.
20And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
25And I -- I have been a reproach to them, They see me, they shake their head.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
10And I weep in the fasting of my soul, And it is for a reproach to me.
26Consumed hath been my flesh and my heart, The rock of my heart and my portion `is' God to the age.
17All the hands are feeble, and all knees go -- waters.
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
2Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
5Hungry -- yea -- thirsty, Their soul in them becometh feeble,
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.
25For bowed to the dust hath our soul, Cleaved to the earth hath our belly.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
28My soul hath dropped from affliction, Establish me according to Thy word.
23He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
82Consumed have been mine eyes for Thy word, Saying, `When doth it comfort me?'
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.
2As nothing, have my steps slipped, For I have been envious of the boastful,
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
7My soul is refusing to touch! They `are' as my sickening food.
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
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.
2When evil doers come near to me to eat my flesh, My adversaries and mine enemies to me, They have stumbled and fallen.
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.
20To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
3My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
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.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
13And I -- in their sickness my clothing `is' sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth.
30Even youths are wearied and fatigued, And young men utterly stumble,
3With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
9Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
18All food doth their soul abominate, And they come nigh unto the gates of death,
6I have spread forth my hands unto Thee, My soul `is' as a weary land for Thee. Selah.