Psalm 102:5

Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my flesh.

My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

Now their face is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as wood.

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

Depart from me, all you workers of evil, for the LORDhas heard the sound of my weeping.

For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.

A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed 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 moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.

My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

Now their face is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as wood.

"Son of man, eat your bread with quaking, and drink water with trembling and with anxiety.