My flesh and my skin hath he made old; He hath broken my bones.
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.
Make me to hear joy and gladness; That the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
Israel is a scattered sheep; the lions have driven him away: first the king of Assyria hath devoured him; and last this Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon hath broken his bones.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old Through my roaring all the day long.
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.
My skin is black upon me, And my bones are burned with heat.