Psalms 141:7
“Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.”
Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
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“There were they in great fear, where no fear was: for God hath scattered the bones of him that encampeth against thee: thou hast put them to shame, because God hath despised them.”
“And caused me to pass by them round about: and, behold, there were very many in the open valley; and, lo, they were very dry.”
“Yea, for thy sake are we killed all the day long; we are counted as sheep for the slaughter.”
“Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem; and there was none to bury them.”
“The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.”