NET Bible
"Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin."
— Psalms 102:5, NET Bible
“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.”
“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 ignore me in my time of trouble! Listen to me! When I call out to you, quickly answer me!
For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.
My heart is parched and withered like grass, for I am unable to eat food.
Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.
I am like an owl in the wilderness; I am like a screech owl among the ruins.
I stay awake; I am like a solitary bird on a roof.
All day long my enemies taunt me; those who mock me use my name in their curses.