Through my loud groaning my skin hangs on my bones.
My skin and flesh cling to my bones; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
But now their appearance is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their
A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard my weeping.
I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
I am numb and badly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart.