Psalm 102:5

Rotherham Emphasized Bible 1902

At the noise of my groaning, my bone, hath cleaved, to my flesh:

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Unto my skin and unto my flesh, have my bones cleaved, and I have escaped with the akin of my teeth.

Darker than a coal, is their visage, They are not known in the streets—Their skin shrivelleth on their bones, is withered, become like a stick.

A joyful heart, worketh an excellent cure,—but, a stricken spirit, drieth up the bone.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for Yahweh hath heard the voice of my weeping:

I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch,—With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:

And, thus, used she to do, year by year, whenever she went up to the house of Yahweh, thus, used she to vex her,—and she wept, and would not eat.

As a flower, he cometh forth—and fadeth, He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

In the morning, it sprouteth and shooteth up, By the evening, it is cut down and withered.