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 broken pottery; my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, and you have brought me down to the dust of death.

In the morning it blossoms and is renewed, but toward evening, it fades and withers.

For my days are vanishing like smoke; my bones are charred as in a fireplace.

My skin turns black all over me; and my bones seem burned from the heat.

Now their faces are blacker than coal; they are unrecognized in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones; it has become dry like a stick.

Our skin blisters as from an oven, due to ravaging blasts of the famine.

"How blessed are those who mourn, because it is they who will be comforted!

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