Psalm 102:5

New King James Version

Because of the sound of my groaning My bones cling to my skin.

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My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, 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 clings to their bones, It has become as dry as wood.

A merry heart does good, like medicine, But a broken spirit dries the bones.

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.

So it was, year by year, when she went up to the house of the Lord, that she provoked her; therefore she wept and did not eat.

He comes forth like a flower and fades away; He flees like a shadow and does not continue.

In the morning it flourishes and grows up; In the evening it is cut down and withers.