American Standard Version
"By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh. "
— Psalms 102:5, American Standard Version
“By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.”
“By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.”
“Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.”
“Who satisfieth thy desire with good things: thy youth shall be renewed like the eagle's.”
“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 skin.”
Hide not thy face from me in the day of my distress: Incline thine ear unto me; In the day when I call answer me speedily.
For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.
By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am become as an owl of the waste places.
I watch, and am become like a sparrow That is alone upon the house-top.
Mine enemies reproach me all the day; They that are mad against me do curse by me.