Becauseof the loudnessof my groaningMy bonesclingto my flesh.
"Like a flowerhe comesforthand withers.He also fleeslike a shadowand does not remain.
"My boneclingsto my skinand my flesh,And I have escaped[only] by the skinof my teeth.
I am wearywith my sighing;EverynightI make my bedswim,I dissolvemy couchwith my tears.
Departfrom me, allyou who doiniquity,For the LORDhas heardthe voiceof my weeping.
In the morningit flourishesand sproutsanew;Toward eveningit fadesand withersaway.
A joyfulheartis goodmedicine,But a brokenspiritdriesup the bones.
Their appearanceis blackerthansoot,They are not recognizedin the streets;Their skinis shriveledon their bones,It is withered,it has becomelike wood.
It happenedyearafter year,as oftenas she wentup to the houseof the LORD,she would provokeher; so she weptand would not eat.
