He has wasted my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
My skin is black on me, and my bones are burned with heat.
I am poured out like water, and all My bones are spread apart; My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of My bowels.
When I kept silence, my bones became old through my roaring all the day long.
Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which You have broken may rejoice.
I place Him before me until morning, that, as a lion, so He breaks all my bones; from day even until night You make an end of me.
Israel is a scattered sheep, driven away by lions. First the king of Assyria devoured him, and last this Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon crunched his bones.