Psalm 102:5

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

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

They appear darker than soot; they are not known in the streets. Their skin cleaves to their bones; it is withered and has become as dry as a stick.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

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

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

I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.

A cheerful heart makes 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 groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

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

I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.

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

A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

They appear darker than soot; they are not known in the streets. Their skin cleaves to their bones; it is withered and has become as dry as a stick.

"Son of man, eat your bread with quaking, and drink your water with trembling and with fearfulness;