My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
Israel is a scattered sheep; the lions have driven him away: first the king of Assyria hath devoured him; and last this Nebuchadrez´zar king of Babylon hath broken his bones.