NASB
"Because of the loudness of my groaning My bones cling to my flesh."
— Psalms 102:5, NASB
“By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.”
“By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh. ”
“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.”
Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my distress; Incline Your ear to me; In the day when I call answer me quickly.
For my days have been consumed in smoke, And my bones have been scorched like a hearth.
My heart has been smitten like grass and has withered away, Indeed, I forget to eat my bread.
Because of the loudness of my groaning My bones cling to my flesh.
I resemble a pelican of the wilderness; I have become like an owl of the waste places.
I lie awake, I have become like a lonely bird on a housetop.
My enemies have reproached me all day long; Those who deride me have used my name as a curse.