Night pierces ¹  my bones; ²  my gnawing pains ³  never cease.

Take the choice bone of the flock, heap up bones under it; boil rapidly, and boil its bones in it.

Pile up the bones, kindle the fire; cook the meat well, mix in the spices, let the bones be charred.

Then he said to me, “Prophesy over these bones, and tell them: ‘Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord.

The king ¹  said, “Leave it alone! No one must touch his bones.” So they left his bones undisturbed, as well as the bones of the Israelite prophet buried beside him. ² 

David ¹  brought the bones of Saul and of Jonathan his son from there; they also gathered up the bones of those who had been executed.

He burned the bones of the pagan priests ¹  on their altars; he purified Judah and Jerusalem.

a trembling ¹  gripped me – and a terror! – and made all my bones shake. ² 

You clothed ¹  me with skin and flesh and knit me together ²  with bones and sinews.

his body ¹  well nourished, ²  and the marrow of his bones moist. ³ 

His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones, which were not seen, are easily visible. ¹ 

Its bones are tubes of bronze, its limbs like bars of iron.

I can count ¹  all my bones; my enemies ²  are gloating over me in triumph. ³ 

He protects ¹  all his bones; ²  not one of them is broken. ³ 

Grant me the ultimate joy of being forgiven! ¹  May the bones ²  you crushed rejoice! ³ 

For my days go up in smoke, ¹  and my bones are charred like a fireplace. ² 

Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin. ¹ 

I am so starved my knees shake; ¹  I have turned into skin and bones. ² 

A tranquil spirit ¹  revives the body, ²  but envy ³  is rottenness to the bones. ⁴ 

Pleasant words are like ¹  a honeycomb, ²  sweet to the soul and healing ³  to the bones.