I’m nothing but skin and bones. Nothing’s left of me but whispered groans.
Now their faces are emaciated; they are not even recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones, as dry as a stick.
A joyful, cheerful heart brings healing to both body and soul. But the one whose heart is crushed struggles with sickness and depression.
Turn from me, all you troublemakers! For Yahweh has turned to hear the sound of my weeping.
I’m worn out with my weeping and groaning. Night after night I soak my pillow with tears, and flood my bed with weeping.