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Then all Israel came together to David at Hebron and said, “Here we are, your own flesh and blood.

Then he burned the bones of the priests on their altars. So he cleansed Judah and Jerusalem.

But stretch out Your hand and strike his flesh and bones, and he will surely curse You to Your face.”

…fear and trembling came over me and made all my bones shudder.

…so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body.

You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.

My skin and flesh cling to my bones; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

The youthful vigor that fills his bones will lie down with him in the dust.

One man dies full of vigor, completely secure and at ease.

His body is well nourished, and his bones are rich with marrow.

Night pierces my bones, and my gnawing pains never rest.

My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever.

A man is also chastened on his bed with pain and constant distress in his bones,

His flesh wastes away from sight, and his hidden bones protrude.

His bones are tubes of bronze; his limbs are rods of iron.

Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am frail; heal me, O LORD, for my bones are in agony.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.

I can count all my bones; they stare and gloat over me.

For my life is consumed with grief and my years with groaning; my iniquity has drained my strength, and my bones are wasting away.

When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.

He protects all his bones; not one of them will be broken.

All my bones will exclaim, “Who is like You, O LORD, who delivers the afflicted from the aggressor, the poor and needy from the robber?”

There is no soundness in my body because of Your anger; there is no rest in my bones because of my sin.

Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones You have crushed rejoice.

There they are, overwhelmed with dread, where there was nothing to fear. For God has scattered the bones of those who besieged you. You put them to shame, for God has despised them.

For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like glowing embers.

Through my loud groaning my skin hangs on my bones.

The cursing that he wore like a coat, may it soak into his body like water, and into his bones like oil.

As when one plows and breaks up the soil, so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

This will bring healing to your body and refreshment to your bones.

A wife of noble character is her husband’s crown, but she who causes shame is like decay in his bones.

A tranquil heart is life to the body, but envy rots the bones.

The light of the eyes cheers the heart, and good news nourishes the bones.

Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.

As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the bones are formed in a mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things.

I composed myself until the morning. Like a lion He breaks all my bones; from day until night You make an end of me.

The LORD will always guide you; He will satisfy you in a sun-scorched land and strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.

When you see, you will rejoice, and you will flourish like grass; then the hand of the LORD will be revealed to His servants, but His wrath will be shown to His enemies.

“At that time,” declares the LORD, “the bones of the kings of Judah, the bones of the officials, the bones of the priests, the bones of the prophets, and the bones of the people of Jerusalem will be removed from their graves.

If I say, “I will not mention Him or speak any more in His name,” His message becomes a fire burning in my heart, shut up in my bones, and I become weary of holding it in, and I cannot prevail.

As for the prophets: My heart is broken within me, and all my bones tremble. I have become like a drunkard, like a man overcome by wine, because of the LORD, because of His holy words.

He sent fire from on high, and it overpowered my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.

He has worn away my flesh and skin; He has shattered my bones.

Her dignitaries were brighter than snow, whiter than milk; their bodies were more ruddy than rubies, their appearance like sapphires.

But now their appearance is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as a stick.