"As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol."

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

He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.

Arise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.

I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.

Yahweh is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves those who have a crushed spirit.

He protects all of his bones. Not one of them is broken.

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

For the arms of the wicked shall be broken, but Yahweh upholds the righteous.

Let me hear joy and gladness, That the bones which you have broken may rejoice.

God, you have rejected us. You have broken us down. You have been angry. Restore us, again.

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

Why have you broken down its walls, so that all those who pass by the way pluck it?

You have broken Rahab in pieces, like one of the slain. You have scattered your enemies with your mighty arm.

You have broken down all his hedges. You have brought his strongholds to ruin.