Psalm 102:5

Hebrew Names version (HNV)

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

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He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.

My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

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

In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.

A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: Their skin cleaves to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.

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