Psalm 102:5

New American Bible - revised edition

My heart is withered, dried up like grass, too wasted to eat my food.

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

Now their appearance is blacker than soot, they go unrecognized in the streets; Their skin has shrunk on their bones, and become dry as wood.

A joyful heart is the health of the body, but a depressed spirit dries up the bones.

My eyes are dimmed with sorrow, worn out because of all my foes.

For in death there is no remembrance of you. Who praises you in Sheol?

Year after year, when she went up to the house of the Lord, Peninnah would provoke her, and Hannah would weep and refuse to eat.

Like a flower that springs up and fades, swift as a shadow that does not abide.

In the morning it blooms only to pass away; in the evening it is wilted and withered.