Psalms 38:7
For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.
For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.
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8 I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee.
10 My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
11 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague; And my kinsmen stand afar off.
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
4 For mine iniquities are gone over my head: As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
5 My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
18 By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
9 Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
14 I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
20 Behold, 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.
4 My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
27 My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
17 For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.
3 Therefore are my loins filled with anguish; pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman in travail: I am pained so that I cannot hear; I am dismayed so that I cannot see.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
2 Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
6 From 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.
13 His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
8 And thou hast laid fast hold on me, [which] is a witness [against me] : And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.
21 For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
13 From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
19 My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
3 When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
19 He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, And with continual strife in his bones;
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
3 For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.
21 His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.
24 My knees are weak through fasting; And my flesh faileth of fatness.
22 For I am poor and needy, And my heart is wounded within me.
6 Notwithstanding my right I am [accounted] a liar; My wound is incurable, [though I am] without transgression.
18 Why 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?
30 My skin is black, [and falleth] from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
12 For 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.
19 Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
8 An evil disease, [say they], cleaveth fast unto him; And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
20 Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: And I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.
4 I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me: Heal my soul; For I have sinned against thee.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.