My groaning never stops, and my bones can be seen through my skin.
I am skin and bones— just barely alive.
Now they are blacker than tar, and no one recognizes them; their skin clings to their bones and is drier than firewood.
If you are cheerful, you feel good; if you are sad, you hurt all over.
You, Lord, heard my crying, and those hateful people had better leave me alone.
My groaning has worn me out. At night my bed and pillow are soaked with tears.
especially when the family went to the house of the Lord each year. One day, Elkanah was there offering a sacrifice, when Hannah began crying and refused to eat.
We are flowers that fade and shadows that vanish.
that sprouts and grows in the morning, but dries up by evening.