דָּכָה

He croucheth, and humbleth himself, that the poor may fall by his strong ones.

I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

Though thou hast sore broken us in the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death.

Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.