My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
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.
When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
Make me full of joy and rapture; so that the bones which have been broken may be glad.
I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
Israel is a wandering sheep; the lions have been driving him away: first he was attacked by the king of Assyria, and now his bones have been broken by Nebuchadrezzar, king of Babylon.