My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old Through my roaring all the day long.
Make me to hear joy and gladness; That the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
I quieted myself until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
Israel is a scattered sheep; the lions have driven him away: first the king of Assyria hath devoured him; and last this Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon hath broken his bones.