Psalms 38:7
For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
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8I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
11My lovers and my friends keep away from my disease; my relations keep far away.
2For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.
3My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
4For my crimes have gone over my head; they are like a great weight which is more than my strength.
5My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
5My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10My 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.
14I 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.
15My 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.
20See, 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.
4My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
3For this cause I am full of bitter grief; pains like the pains of a woman in childbirth have come on me: I am bent down with sorrow at what comes to my ears; I am shocked by what I see.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
2Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
6The 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.
13His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
8It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
13From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
19My soul, my soul! I am pained to my inmost heart; my heart is troubled in me; I am not able to be quiet, because the sound of the horn, the note of war, has come to my ears.
3When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
4My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
19Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
3For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
21His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
24My knees are feeble for need of food; there is no fat on my bones.
22For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
6Though I am right, still I am in pain; my wound may not be made well, though I have done no wrong.
18Why 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.
30My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
12For 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.
19Sorrow 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.
8They say, He has an evil disease, which will not let him go: and now that he is down he will not get up again.
20My heart is broken by bitter words, I am full of grief; I made a search for some to have pity on me, but there was no one; I had no comforter.
4I said, Lord, have mercy on me; make my soul well, because my faith is in you.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.