O God, break their teeth in their mouth, The jaw-teeth of young lions break down, O Jehovah.

From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,

Favour me, O Jehovah, for I am weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where is thy God?'

For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.

When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.

He is keeping all his bones, One of them hath not been broken.

All my bones say, 'Jehovah, who is like Thee, Delivering the poor from the stronger than he, And the poor and needy from his plunderer.'

Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.

Thou causest me to hear joy and gladness, Thou makest joyful bones Thou hast bruised.

There they feared a fear -- there was no fear, For God hath scattered the bones of him Who is encamping against thee, Thou hast put to shame, For God hath despised them.

And he putteth on reviling as his robe, And it cometh in as water into his midst, And as oil into his bones.

For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.

As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.