сердце моё поражено, и иссохло, как трава, так что я забываю есть хлеб мой;
[Пс 101:5 (102)]
In my distress I groan aloud and am reduced to skin and bones.
Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my flesh.
Because of the loudness of my groaning My bones cling to my flesh.
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.
Because of the sound of my groaning My bones cling to my [b]skin.
By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones cleave to my flesh.