Arise, LORD! Deliver me, my God! For you strike the jaw of all my enemies, and you break the teeth of the wicked.

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

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

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

My strength is dried up like a fragment of clay pottery;
And my [dry] tongue clings to my jaws;
And You have laid me in the dust of death.

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

I am poured out like water,
And all my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax;
It is melted [by anguish] within me.

I can count all my bones;
They look, they stare at me.

As when one plows and breaks open the earth,
Our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

For my life is spent with sorrow
And my years with sighing;
My strength has failed because of my iniquity,
And even my body has wasted away.

When I kept silent about my sin, my body wasted away
Through my groaning all the day long.

He clothed himself with cursing like as with a raiment: yea it went into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.

For my days are consumed away like smoke, and my bones are burnt up as it were a firebrand.

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

All my bones will say, “Lord, who is like You,
Who rescues the afflicted from him who is too strong for him [to resist alone],
And the afflicted and the needy from him who robs him?”

There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your indignation;
There is no health in my bones because of my sin.

My bones are not hid from thee, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneath in the earth.

Make me hear joy and gladness and be satisfied;
Let the bones which You have broken rejoice.

There they were, in great terror and dread, where there had been no terror or dread;
For God scattered the bones of him who besieged you;
You have put them to shame, because God has rejected them.

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

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.

No soundness in my flesh from thy wrath; no peace in my bones from the face of my sins.