He made my flesh and my skin waste away, broken my bones.
My skin has turned black on me; my bones burn with heat.
They open wide their mouths against me, like a tearing, roaring lion.
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle through my groaning all day long.
Surely You desire truth in the inner being. Make me know wisdom inwardly.
I stilled my soul till morning. Like a lion, He will break all my bones. From day till night You make my end.
Israel is a scattered flock— lions have driven them away. First, Assyria’s king devoured him. This last one who broke his bones was King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon.