The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
A broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.

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

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

Their sword will enter their own heart,
And their bows will be broken.

For the arms of the wicked will be broken,
But the Lord sustains the righteous.

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

For the choir director; according to Shushan Eduth. A Mikhtam of David, to teach; when he struggled with Aram-naharaim and with Aram-zobah, and Joab returned, and smote twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt.
O God, You have rejected us. You have broken us;
You have been angry; O, restore us.

Reproach has broken my heart and I am so sick.
And I looked for sympathy, but there was none,
And for comforters, but I found none.