Throat

I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

…and put a knife to your throat if you possess a great appetite.

Therefore Sheol enlarges its throat and opens wide its enormous jaws, and down go Zion’s nobles and masses, her revelers and carousers!

You should have kept your feet from going bare and your throat from being thirsty. But you said, ‘It is hopeless! For I love foreign gods, and I must go after them.’