All my groaning has worn me out; my bones show through my skin.
like a flower that blooms and withers, like a passing shadow that soon disappears.
I've been reduced to skin and bones and I survive by the skin of my teeth.
My groaning has exhausted me. Every night I soak my bed with my crying; I drench my couch with my tears.
Leave me alone, all you people who do evil, for the Lord has heard me crying!
it sprouts in the morning, fresh and new, but by the evening it is withered and dead.
A cheerful attitude is like good medicine, but discouragement makes you sick.
But now they look blacker than soot; no one recognizes them in the street. Their skin has shrunk to their bones and is as dry as wood.
This went on for years. Whenever Hannah went to the Lord's Temple, Peninnah would taunt her until she cried and couldn't eat.