⁵ Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.

²⁰ My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.

⁸ Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping.

²² A glad heart makes a healthy body, but a crushed spirit makes the bones dry.

⁸ Their face is blacker than night; in the streets no one has knowledge of them: their skin is hanging on their bones, they are dry, they have become like wood.

⁶ The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.

³ When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.

⁴ For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)

⁸ I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.

⁹ Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.

¹⁰ My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.