Because of my loud groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
Now their visage is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as wood.
A cheerful heart is a good medicine, but a downcast spirit dries up the bones.
Depart from me, all you workers of evil, for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
So it went on year by year; as often as she went up to the house of the Lord, she used to provoke her. Therefore Hannah wept and would not eat.
comes up like a flower and withers, flees like a shadow and does not last.
in the morning it flourishes and is renewed; in the evening it fades and withers.