Because of my loud groaning my bones cleave to my flesh.
He comes forth like a flower, and withers; he flees like a shadow, and continues not.
My bones cleave to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
Depart from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
in the morning it flourishes and is renewed; in the evening it fades and withers.
A cheerful heart is a good medicine, but a downcast spirit dries up the bones.
Now their visage is blacker than soot, they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled upon their bones, it has become as dry as wood.
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.