He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
Thou causest me to hear joy and gladness, Thou makest joyful bones Thou hast bruised.
I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
A scattered sheep is Israel, lions have driven away, At first, devour him did the king of Asshur, And now, at last, broken his bone Hath Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon.