Arise, LORD, and help me, O my God: for thou smitest all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.

He clothed himself with cursing like as with a raiment: yea it went into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.

For my days are consumed away like smoke, and my bones are burnt up as it were a firebrand.

For the voice of my groaning, my bones will scarce cleave to my flesh.

My bones are not hid from thee, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneath in the earth.

Our bones lie scattered before the pit, like as when one graveth and diggeth up the ground.

Oh let me hear of joy and gladness, that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.

They are afraid where no fear is; for God breaketh the bones of them that besiege thee. Thou hast put them to confusion, because God hath despised them.