Verse 4

He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 51:8 : 8 Thou causest me to hear joy and gladness, Thou makest joyful bones Thou hast bruised.
  • Isa 38:13 : 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.
  • Jer 50:17 : 17 A scattered sheep is Israel, lions have driven away, At first, devour him did the king of Asshur, And now, at last, broken his bone Hath Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon.
  • Ps 102:3-5 : 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.
  • Ps 31:9-9 : 9 Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation. 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.
  • Ps 38:2-8 : 2 For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand. 3 Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin. 4 For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me. 5 Stunk -- become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly. 6 I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning. 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.
  • Ps 32:3 : 3 When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
  • Job 16:8-9 : 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.
  • Ps 22:14 : 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.