Because of my groaning, I am reduced to skin and bones.
We blossom like a flower and then wither. Like a passing shadow, we quickly disappear.
I have been reduced to skin and bones and have escaped death by the skin of my teeth.
I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears.
Go away, all you who do evil, for the Lord has heard my weeping.
In the morning it blooms and flourishes, but by evening it is dry and withered.
A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit saps a person’s strength.
But now their faces are blacker than soot. No one recognizes them in the streets. Their skin sticks to their bones; it is as dry and hard as wood.
Year after year it was the same—Peninnah would taunt Hannah as they went to the Tabernacle. Each time, Hannah would be reduced to tears and would not even eat.