The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.

I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.

He teacheth my hands to war, so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms.

Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.

He hath put forth his hands against such as be at peace with him: he hath broken his covenant.

The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.

He keepeth all his bones: not one of them is broken.

Their sword shall enter into their own heart, and their bows shall be broken.

For the arms of the wicked shall be broken: but the LORD upholdeth the righteous.

I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

Though thou hast sore broken us in the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death.

Thou hast made the earth to tremble; thou hast broken it: heal the breaches thereof; for it shaketh.

Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.

Why hast thou then broken down her hedges, so that all they which pass by the way do pluck her?

Thou hast broken Rahab in pieces, as one that is slain; thou hast scattered thine enemies with thy strong arm.

Thou hast broken down all his hedges; thou hast brought his strong holds to ruin.

For he hath broken the gates of brass, and cut the bars of iron in sunder.

Because that he remembered not to shew mercy, but persecuted the poor and needy man, that he might even slay the broken in heart.

He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.