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By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones stick to my skin.

Because of the voice of my groaning my bones cling to my skin.

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 skin.

Because of the sound of my groaning My bones cling to my skin.

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.

My flesh cleaves to my bones from the voice of my groanings!

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones cleave to my flesh.

Through the voice of my groaning, my bone hath cleaved to my flesh.

By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my flesh.

Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my flesh.

I am nothing but skin and bones because of my loud groans.

Because of the sound of my groaning, my flesh sticks to my bones.

Because of the sound of my sighing, my bones cling to my skin.

Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.

Because of the loudness of my groaning My bones cling to my flesh.

In my distress I groan aloud and am reduced to skin and bones.

Because of my groaning, I am reduced to skin and bones.

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.

I cry aloud with pain, so that I am just skin and bones.

From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

I am nothing but skin and bones because of my loud cries.

My body is shaken by my groans; my bones cling to my skin, holding on for dear life.

I am reduced to skin and bones because of all my groaning and despair.

My heart is stricken, withered like grass; I am too exhausted to eat my bread.

Because of the sound of my groaning My bones cling to my flesh.

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones cleave to my skin.

Because of the sound of my groaning, my flesh sticks to my bones.

By reason of my loud groaning [from suffering and trouble] my flesh cleaves to my bones.

Because of my grief, my skin hangs on my bones.

I’m wasting away to nothing, I’m burning up with fever. I’m a ghost of my former self, half-consumed already by terminal illness. My jaws ache from gritting my teeth; I’m nothing but skin and bones. I’m like a buzzard in the desert, a crow perched on the rubble. Insomniac, I twitter away, mournful as a sparrow in the gutter. All day long my enemies taunt me, while others just curse. They bring in meals—casseroles of ashes! I draw drink from a barrel of my tears. And all because of your furious anger; you swept me up and threw me out. There’s nothing left of me— a withered weed, swept clean from the path.

Because of the sound of my groaning, my bones stick out of my flesh.

Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my skin.

I groan aloud; I am nothing but skin and bones.

Of the voice of my wailing; my bone cleaved to my flesh. (My voice waileth; for my bones cleave to my flesh.)

My groaning never stops, and my bones can be seen through my skin.

Because of my loud groaning my bones cleave to my flesh.

Because of my loud groaning, my bones cling to my skin.

Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my skin.

because of my intense groans. My bones are protruding from my skin.

Because of the sound of my groaning [in suffering and trouble] My bones cling to my flesh.

Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my flesh.

My heart is withered, dried up like grass, too wasted to eat my food.

Because of the loudness of my groaning My bones cling to my flesh.

Because of ·my grief [L the sounds of my groans], my ·skin hangs on my bones [L bones cling to my flesh].

My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so that I even forget to eat my bread.

Because of my loud groaning my bones cleave to my flesh.

I groan out loud because of my suffering. I’m nothing but skin and bones.

By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.

I am stricken and withered like grass; I forget to eat my food.

Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my skin.

By reason of the voice of my groaning my atzmot have deveykus to my basar.

I am nothing but skin and bones because of my loud groans.

Because of the sound of my groaning my bones cling to my skin.

Because of my sadness, I am losing so much weight that my skin hangs from my bones.

Because of my grief, my skin hangs on my bones.

Because of the sound of my groaning my bones cling to my skin.

In my distress I groan aloud and am reduced to skin and bones.