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.

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

Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am frail! Heal me, Lord, for my bones are shaking!

My strength drains away like water; all my bones are dislocated; my heart is like wax; it melts away inside me.

I can count all my bones; my enemies are gloating over me in triumph.

For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.

He protects all his bones; not one of them is broken.

Grant me the ultimate joy of being forgiven! May the bones you crushed rejoice!

For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.

Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.

He made cursing a way of life, so curses poured into his stomach like water and seeped into his bones like oil.

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

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

my bones were not hidden from you, when I was made in secret and sewed together in the depths of the earth.