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

My bones stick to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped alive with only the skin of my teeth.

Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never cease.

When I refused to confess my sin, my whole body wasted away, while I groaned in pain all day long.

Then Laban said to him, “You are indeed my own flesh and blood.” So Jacob stayed with him for a month.

You are my brothers – my very own flesh and blood! Why should you delay any further in bringing the king back?’

Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am frail! Heal me, Lord, for my bones are shaking!

my bones were not hidden from you, when I was made in secret and sewed together in the depths of the earth.

Say to Amasa, ‘Are you not my flesh and blood? God will punish me severely, if from this time on you are not the commander of my army in place of Joab!’”