He wore out my flesh and skin and broke my bones.
My skin has become black and peels off, as my body burns with fever.
My strength is gone, like water poured out onto the ground, and my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it has melted inside me.
When I kept things to myself, I felt weak deep inside me. I moaned all day long.
Make me hear sounds of joy and gladness; let the bones you crushed be happy again.
All night I cried loudly. Like a lion, he crushed all my bones. In one day you brought me to this end.
“The people of Israel are like a flock of sheep that are scattered from being chased by lions. The first lion to eat them up was the king of Assyria. The last lion to crush their bones was Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon.”
