My flesh and my skin He has made waste away; He has broken my bones;
I composed my soul until morning, like a lion, so He breaks all my bones; from day even to night You make an end of me.
Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that You have broken rejoice.
Israel is a scattered flock. The lions have driven him away. First the king of Assyria devoured him; and this last one who has broken his bones is Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon.
When I kept silent, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with fever.