Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my flesh.
My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
Now their face is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as wood.
A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
Depart from me, all you workers of evil, for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart. O Lord, all my longing is before you; my sighing is not hidden from you. My heart throbs; my strength fails me, and the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.
For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Selah
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
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