By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my skin.
By reason of my loud groaning [from suffering and trouble] my flesh cleaves to my bones.
By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
because of my intense groans. My bones are protruding from my skin.
He satisfies your desire with good things. Your youth will be renewed like that of the eagle.
Who satisfieth thy desire with good things: thy youth shall be renewed like the eagle's.
He grows up like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn’t continue.
My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
I am weary from my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. and drench my couch with tears.
Y’all leave from me, all who practice evil, for YHWH has heard the sound of my weeping.
In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.
A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
Their appearance is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like wood.
So year by year, when she went up to the house of YHWH, her rival provoked her. Therefore she wept, and didn’t eat.