Psalm 102:5

Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

From the voice of my groaning my bone did cleave to my flesh.

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My bone cleaved to my skin and to my flesh, and I shall escape with the skin of my teeth.

Their form dark above blackness; they were not known in the streets: their skin adhered to their bones; it was dried up, it was as wood.

A joyful heart shall make good healing: and a dejected spirit shall dry up the bones.

Depart from me, all ye doing vanity, for Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping.

I was wearied with my sighing all the night I shall make my bed to swim with my tears; I shall make my couch to flow.

And so she will do year by year when she went up to the house of Jehovah, so she will be grieved, and she will weep and will not eat

And as a flower he will come forth, and will be cut down: and he will flee as a shadow, and shall not stand.

In the morning it will flourish, and it will pass away at evening; it will be cut off and will dry up.