Just as one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered near the entrance to the place of the dead.

True sacrifice to God is a broken spirit. A broken and chastened heart, God, you will not despise.

My strength is dried up like broken pottery; my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, and you have brought me down to the dust of death.

Like a dead man, I am forgotten in their thoughts like broken pottery.

Let me know joy and gladness; let the bones that you have broken rejoice.

God protects all his bones; not one of them will be broken.

But their sword will pierce their own heart, and their bows will be broken!

For the arms of the wicked will be broken, but the LORD upholds the righteous.

May they flow away like rain water that runs off, may they become like someone who shoots broken arrows.

You have broken through all his walls; you have laid his fortresses in ruin.

For he didn't think to extend gracious love; he harassed to death the poor, the needy, and the broken hearted.

We have escaped like a bird from the hunter's trap. The trap has been broken, and we have escaped.