Psalm 102:5

Because of the voice of my groaning my bones cling to my flesh.

My bone cleaves to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.

Their visage is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I make my bed to swim. I water my couch with my tears.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.

When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all the day long.

I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned because of the disquietness of my heart.

A cheerful heart is a good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.

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By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I make my bed to swim. I water my couch with my tears.

When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all the day long.

I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned because of the disquietness of my heart.

My bone cleaves to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.

A cheerful heart is a good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.

Their visage is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.

Son of man, eat thy bread with quaking, and drink thy water with trembling and with fearfulness.