Psalms 38:5
My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.
My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.
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2For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.
3There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
4For mine iniquities are gone over my head: As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
6I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.
8I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee.
5O God, thou knowest my foolishness; And my sins are not hid from thee.
8Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
9Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
17For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.
18For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
21For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
22So brutish was I, and ignorant; I was [as] a beast before thee.
5Why will ye be still stricken, that ye revolt more and more? the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.
6From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; [but] wounds, and bruises, and fresh stripes: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with oil.
19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
6Notwithstanding my right I am [accounted] a liar; My wound is incurable, [though I am] without transgression.
4I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me: Heal my soul; For I have sinned against thee.
18Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou indeed be unto me as a deceitful [brook], as waters that fail?
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
17Fools because of their transgression, And because of their iniquities, are afflicted.
20Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
22For I am poor and needy, And my heart is wounded within me.
3For I know my transgressions; And my sin is ever before me.
11My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague; And my kinsmen stand afar off.
12They also that seek after my life lay snares [for me] ; And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, And meditate deceits all the day long.
12For innumerable evils have compassed me about; Mine iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up; They are more than the hairs of my head; And my heart hath failed me.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
17Behold, [it was] for [my] peace [that] I had great bitterness: But thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; For thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
22Let all their wickedness come before thee; And do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
15All the day long is my dishonor before me, And the shame of my face hath covered me,
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
18By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
14I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
2Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
18Consider mine affliction and my travail; And forgive all my sins.
15What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
8And David said unto God, I have sinned greatly, in that I have done this thing: but now, put away, I beseech thee, the iniquity of thy servant; for I have done very foolishly.
4My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
2But as for me, my feet were almost gone; My steps had well nigh slipped.
18Thy way and thy doings have procured these things unto thee; this is thy wickedness; for it is bitter, for it reacheth unto thy heart.
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.
5I acknowledged my sin unto thee, And mine iniquity did I not hide: I said, I will confess my transgressions unto Jehovah; And thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin. {{Selah