Psalm 32:4

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For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.

in the morning it flourishes and is renewed; in the evening it fades and withers.

For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.

My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.

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.

Our skin is hot as an oven with the burning heat of famine.

"Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

But if we judged ourselves truly, we would not be judged.