Psalm 102:5

A Conservative Version

Because of the voice of my groaning my bones cling to my flesh.

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My bone cleaves to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.

Their visage is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.

A cheerful heart is a good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I make my bed to swim. I water my couch with my tears.

And [as] he did so year by year when she went up to the house of LORD, so she provoked her. Therefore she wept, and did not eat.

He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He too flees as a shadow, and does not continue.

In the morning it flourishes, and grows up. In the evening it is cut down, and withers.