Verse 3

My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 6:2 : 2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
  • Ps 51:8 : 8 Make me full of joy and rapture; so that the bones which have been broken may be glad.
  • Ps 90:7-8 : 7 We are burned up by the heat of your passion, and troubled by your wrath. 8 You have put our evil doings before you, our secret sins in the light of your face.
  • Ps 102:3 : 3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
  • Ps 102:5 : 5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
  • Isa 1:5-6 : 5 Why will you have more and more punishment? why keep on in your evil ways? Every head is tired and every heart is feeble. 6 The body, from head to foot, is all diseased; it is a mass of open wounds, marks of blows, and broken flesh: the flow of blood has not been stopped, and no oil has been put on the wounds.
  • Lam 3:40-42 : 40 Let us make search and put our ways to the test, turning again to the Lord; 41 Lifting up our hearts with our hands to God in the heavens. 42 We have done wrong and gone against your law; we have not had your forgiveness.
  • Ps 31:9-9 : 9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body. 10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
  • 2 Chr 26:19 : 19 Then Uzziah was angry; and he had in his hand a vessel for burning perfume; and while his wrath was bitter against the priests, the mark of the leper's disease came out on his brow, before the eyes of the priests in the house of the Lord by the altar of perfumes.
  • Job 2:7-8 : 7 And the Satan went out from before the Lord, and sent on Job an evil disease covering his skin from his feet to the top of his head. 8 And he took a broken bit of a pot, and, seated in the dust, was rubbing himself with the sharp edge of it.
  • Job 33:19-22 : 19 Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones; 20 He has no desire for food, and his soul is turned away from delicate meat; 21 His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ... 22 And his soul comes near to the underworld, and his life to the angels of death.