He has made my skin and flesh grow old. He has broken my bones.
My skin has turned dark, and my bones burn with fever.
My life is poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax, melting within me.
When I refused to confess my sin, my body wasted away, and I groaned all day long.
Oh, give me back my joy again; you have broken me— now let me rejoice.
I waited patiently all night, but I was torn apart as though by lions. Suddenly, my life was over.
“The Israelites are like sheep that have been scattered by lions. First the king of Assyria ate them up. Then King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon cracked their bones.”