My strength is dried up like a potsherd,
And my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
And You lay me in the dust of death.

Keep me from the jaws of the trap which they have set for me,
And from the snares of those who do iniquity.

I am poured out like water,
And all my bones are out of joint;
My heart is like wax;
It is melted within me.

I can count all my bones.
They look, they stare at me;

Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am pining away;
Heal me, O Lord, for my bones are dismayed.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your indignation;
There is no health in my bones because of my sin.

As a shattering of my bones, my adversaries revile me,
While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

He keeps all his bones,
Not one of them is broken.

All my bones will say, “Lord, who is like You,
Who delivers the afflicted from him who is too strong for him,
And the afflicted and the needy from him who robs him?”

Make me to hear joy and gladness,
Let the bones which You have broken rejoice.

There they were in great fear where no fear had been;
For God scattered the bones of him who encamped against you;
You put them to shame, because God had rejected them.

But he clothed himself with cursing as with his garment,
And it entered into his body like water
And like oil into his bones.

For my days have been consumed in smoke,
And my bones have been scorched like a hearth.

Because of the loudness of my groaning
My bones cling to my flesh.

As when one plows and breaks open the earth,
Our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.