"By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin."
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I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones cleave to my flesh.
By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
\102:4\My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
By reason of the voice of my groaning, My bones stick to my skin.
From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.