My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:

His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.

His bones are as strong pieces of brass; his bones are like bars of iron.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.

For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.

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

He keepeth all his bones: not one of them is broken.

All my bones shall say, Lord, who is like unto thee, which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth him?

There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.

There were they in great fear, where no fear was: for God hath scattered the bones of him that encampeth against thee: thou hast put them to shame, because God hath despised them.

For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

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

As he clothed himself with cursing like as with his garment, so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.

Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones.

A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband: but she that maketh ashamed is as rottenness in his bones.

A sound heart is the life of the flesh: but envy the rottenness of the bones.

The light of the eyes rejoiceth the heart: and a good report maketh the bones fat.

Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

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