My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
Let me hear joy and gladness, That the bones which you have broken may rejoice.
I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
Yisra'el is a hunted sheep; the lions have driven him away: first, the king of Ashur devoured him; and now at last Nevukhadnetzar 1 king of Bavel has broken his bones.