Psalms 38:5
My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.
My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.
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2 For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.
3 My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
4 For my crimes have gone over my head; they are like a great weight which is more than my strength.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
7 For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
5 O God, you see how foolish I am; and my wrongdoing is clear to you.
8 Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
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.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
18 I will make clear my wrongdoing, with sorrow in my heart for my sin.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
22 As for me, I was foolish, and without knowledge; I was like a beast before you.
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.
19 Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.
6 Though I am right, still I am in pain; my wound may not be made well, though I have done no wrong.
4 I said, Lord, have mercy on me; make my soul well, because my faith is in you.
18 Why is my pain unending and my wound without hope of being made well? Sorrow is mine, for you are to me as a stream offering false hope and as waters which are not certain.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
17 Foolish men, because of their sins, and because of their wrongdoing, are troubled;
20 See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
22 For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
3 For I am conscious of my error; my sin is ever before me.
11 My lovers and my friends keep away from my disease; my relations keep far away.
12 Those who have a desire to take my life put nets for me; those who are designing my destruction say evil things against me, all the day their minds are full of deceit.
12 For unnumbered evils are round about me; my sins have overtaken me, so that I am bent down with their weight; they are more than the hairs of my head, my strength is gone because of them.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
17 See, in place of peace my soul had bitter sorrow. but you have kept back my soul from the underworld; for you have put all my sins out of your memory.
22 Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.
15 My downfall is ever before me, and I am covered with the shame of my face;
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
15 My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
18 Give thought to my grief and my pain; and take away all my sins.
15 What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
8 Then David said to God, Great has been my sin in doing this; but now, be pleased to take away the sin of your servant, for I have done very foolishly.
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
2 But as for me, my feet had almost gone from under me; I was near to slipping;
18 Your ways and your doings have made these things come on you; this is your sin; truly it is bitter, going deep into your heart.
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
5 I made my wrongdoing clear to you, and did not keep back my sin. I said, I will put it all before the Lord; and you took away my wrongdoing and my sin. (Selah.)