Psalm 102:5

Because of the sound of my sighing, my bones cling to my skin.

I'm a pile of skin and bones; I have barely escaped by the skin of my teeth."

Now their faces are blacker than coal; they are unrecognized in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones; it has become dry like a stick.

I am weary from my groaning. Every night my couch is drenched with tears, my bed is soaked through.

Get away from me, all of you who practice evil, for the LORD has heard the sound of my weeping.

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

I am weak and utterly crushed; I cry out in distress because of my heart's anguish.

A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit drains one's strength.

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By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.

I am weary from my groaning. Every night my couch is drenched with tears, my bed is soaked through.

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

I am weak and utterly crushed; I cry out in distress because of my heart's anguish.

I'm a pile of skin and bones; I have barely escaped by the skin of my teeth."

A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit drains one's strength.

Now their faces are blacker than coal; they are unrecognized in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones; it has become dry like a stick.

"Son of Man, eat your bread with trembling and drink your water with quivering and anxiety.