My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.

When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.

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

All my bones will say, Lord, who is like you? The saviour of the poor man from the hands of the strong, of him who is poor and in need from him who takes his goods.

I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.

I am able to see all my bones; their looks are fixed on me:

The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?

Make me full of joy and rapture; so that the bones which have been broken may be glad.

They were in great fear, where there was no cause for fear: for the bones of those who make war on you have been broken by God; you have put them to shame, because God has no desire for them.

He put on cursing like a robe, and it has come into his body like water, and into his bones like oil.

My knees are feeble for need of food; there is no fat on my bones.