Psalm 102:5

Modern English Version

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

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My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

Their form is blacker than coal; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin cleaves to their bones, it has become as dry as wood.

A heart of cheer does good like a medicine, but a wounded spirit dries up the bones.

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

I am weary with my groaning; all night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

Thus it was yearly, when she went up to the house of the Lord, that she provoked her. So Hannah wept and did not eat.

He comes forth like a flower and withers; he flees like a shadow and does not continue.

In the morning it flourishes and grows up; in the evening it fades and withers.