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

Rise up, Lord! Deliver me, my God! Yes, you will strike all my enemies on the jaw; you will break the teeth of the wicked.

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

My enemies' taunts cut into me to the bone, as they say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"

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

Keep me from the jaws of the trap which they have set for me,
And from the snares of those who do iniquity.

For my days vanish like smoke,
and my bones burn like a furnace.

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,

Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cuts and splits wood upon the earth.

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

He wore cursing like his coat—
let it enter his body like water
and go into his bones like oil.

For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

My bones were not hidden from You
when I was made in secret,
when I was formed in the depths of the earth.

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

There were they in great fear, where no fear was: for God hath scattered the bones of him that encampeth against thee: thou hast put them to shame, because God hath despised them.

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

All my bones shall say, LORD, who is like unto thee, which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth him?

There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

I am so starved my knees shake; I have turned into skin and bones.

More than the hairs of my head, Are they who hate me without cause, - Firmer than my bones, Are they who are my foes for false cause, - What I had not plundered, then, had I to restore.