Psalm 102:5

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

I was wearied with my sighing all the night I shall make my bed to swim with my tears; I shall make my couch to flow.

If I was silent, my bones fell away in my groaning all the day.

For my loins were filled with inflammation, and no soundness in my flesh.

My bone cleaved to my skin and to my flesh, and I shall escape with the skin of my teeth.

A joyful heart shall make good healing: and a dejected spirit shall dry up the bones.

Their form dark above blackness; they were not known in the streets: their skin adhered to their bones; it was dried up, it was as wood.

Son of man, thou shalt eat thy bread with trembling, and thou shalt drink thy water with disquiet and with dread;