By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.

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20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

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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.

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22 A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

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Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

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I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.

10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.

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When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

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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.

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