He has made my skin and my flesh grow old and has broken my bones.
My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted within me.
When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice.
I waited patiently till dawn, but like a lion he broke all my bones; day and night you made an end of me.
“Israel is a scattered flock that lions have chased away. The first to devour them was the king of Assyria; the last to crush their bones was Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon.”