Lamentations 3:4
My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
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3For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a firebrand.
4My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, For I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning, My bones stick to my skin.
3Surely against me he turns his hand again and again all the day.
5He has built against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
6He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
11He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
16He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
17You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
13From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.
20My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen; His bones that were not seen stick out.
11You have clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
16"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
14I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
16For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evil-doers have enclosed me. They pierced my hands and my feet.
17I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.
7But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
8You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me, It testifies to my face.
9He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He has gnashed on me with his teeth: My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
12I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
13His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
14He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.
30My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
9He has walled up my ways with hewn stone; he has made my paths crooked.
22Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And my arm be broken from the bone.
3There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
2Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
13I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaks all my bones: From day even to night will you make an end of me.
19He is chastened also with pain on his bed, With continual strife in his bones;
3Who also eat the flesh of my people, And flay their skin from off them, And break their bones, And chop them in pieces, as for the pot, And as flesh within the caldron.
17For he breaks me with a tempest, Multiplies my wounds without cause.
3The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
3For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
7For my loins are filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.
8I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
8Let me hear joy and gladness, That the bones which you have broken may rejoice.
23He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
6"But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
26After my skin is destroyed, Then in my flesh shall I see God,
10Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.