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Lamentations 3:4
My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.

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Lamentations 3:5
He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.

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Psalms 32:3
When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.

Psalms 31:9
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.

Psalms 31:10
My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.

Psalms 38:3
My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.

Psalms 51:8
Make me full of joy and rapture; so that the bones which have been broken may be glad.

Psalms 102:3
My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.

Psalms 102:4
My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.

Psalms 102:5
Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.

Isaiah 38:13
I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.

Job 16:8
It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.

Job 30:17
The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.

Psalms 22:14
I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.

Lamentations 1:13
From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.

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Job 30:30
My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.

Lamentations 5:10
Our skin is heated like an oven because of our burning heat from need of food.

Job 19:20
My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.

Psalms 119:83
For I have become like a wine-skin black with smoke; but I still keep the memory of your rules.

Lamentations 4:8
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.

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