By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
And 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.