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.

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.

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 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.

As a crushing of my bones [with a sword], my adversaries taunt me,
While they say continually to me, “Where is your God?”

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.

For my days have vanished in smoke,
And my bones have been scorched like a hearth.

Because of the sound of my groaning [in suffering and trouble]
My bones cling to my flesh.