Wilt thou put a rush-cord on his nose? or, with a thorn, wilt thou pierce his jaw?

In very deed, put forth, I pray thee thy hand, and smite unto his bone, and unto his flesh, - verily, unto thy face, will he curse thee.

Let, my shoulder, from the shoulder-blade, fall, and, my arm, from the upper bone, be broken;

Dread, came upon me, and trembling, The multitude of my bones, it put in dread:

So that my soul chooseth strangling, Death, rather than these my bones!

Unto my skin and unto my flesh, have my bones cleaved, and I have escaped with the akin of my teeth.

His bones, are full of youthful vigour, yet, with him - in the dust, shall it lie down.

His veins, are filled with nourishment, and, the marrow of his bones, is fresh;

With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?

Or he is chastised with pain, upon his bed, and, the strife of his bones, is unceasing!

His flesh wasteth away out of sight, and bared are the bones once unseen;

Night, boreth, my bones, all over me, - and, my sinews, find no rest;

My skin, turned black, and peeled off me, and, my bones, burned with heat:

His bones, are barrels of bronze, his frame, is like hammered bars of iron: