Psalm 102:5

At the noise of my groaning, my bone, hath cleaved, to my flesh:

Unto my skin and unto my flesh, have my bones cleaved, and I have escaped with the akin of my teeth.

Darker than a coal, is their visage, They are not known in the streets - Their skin shrivelleth on their bones, is withered, become like a stick.

I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, - With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for Yahweh hath heard the voice of my weeping:

When I kept silence, my bones became worn out, Through my groaning all the day;

I am benumbed and crushed exceedingly, - I have cried aloud because of the groaning of my heart.

A joyful heart, worketh an excellent cure, - but, a stricken spirit, drieth up the bone.

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

I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, - With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:

When I kept silence, my bones became worn out, Through my groaning all the day;

I am benumbed and crushed exceedingly, - I have cried aloud because of the groaning of my heart.

Unto my skin and unto my flesh, have my bones cleaved, and I have escaped with the akin of my teeth.

A joyful heart, worketh an excellent cure, - but, a stricken spirit, drieth up the bone.

Darker than a coal, is their visage, They are not known in the streets - Their skin shrivelleth on their bones, is withered, become like a stick.

Son of man, Thy bread, with trembling, shalt thou eat, - And thy water, in agitation and in fear, shalt thou drink.