Cross References

Psalm 102:5

Lighthouse Bible 2006

Because of the voice of my groaning my bones cling to my skin.

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He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down: he flees also as a shadow, and does not continue.

My bone sticks to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.

I am weary with my groaning; all the night I make my bed to swim; I water 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 flourishes, and grows up; in the evening it is cut down, and withers.

A merry heart does good like a medicine: but a broken spirit dries up the bones.

Their face is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin clings to their bones; it is withered, it has 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.