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And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presses me sore.
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as in a hearth.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
Make me to hear joy and gladness that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
I reckoned that I had until morning. As a lion, he broke all my bones: from the morning even unto the night thou shalt make an end of me.
Israel has been like scattered sheep; the lions have driven him away; first the king of Assyria has devoured him; and last this Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon has broken his bones.