Psalms 38:3
There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.
There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.
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4For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare.
5My woundes stinke and are corrupt: through my foolishnes.
6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
7For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
9Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
1A psalme of Dauid to reduce in remembraunce. Rebuke me not O God in thyne anger: neither chasten me in thy heauie displeasure.
2For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
17My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
18For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
3For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
5Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
1To the chiefe musition on Neginoth vpon eyght, a psalme of Dauid. O God rebuke me not in thine indignation: neither chasten me in thy wrath.
2Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
17Beholde, bitter as gall was my pensiuenesse, so sore longed I for health, and it was thy pleasure to deliuer my lyfe from the filthy pit: for thou it is O Lorde that hast cast all my sinnes behynde thy backe.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
20Consider (O Lorde) howe I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heauinesse, because I rebelled stubburnly: the sworde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
18Because I confesse my wickednesse: and am sory for my sinne.
19He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
14I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
4I sayde, O God be mercifull vnto me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned agaynst thee.
3Deliuer me from the voyce of the enemie, and from the present affliction of the wicked: for they are minded to do me mischiefe, and are set malitiously against me.
4My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
27My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
21Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
19Ah my belly, ah my belly shalt thou crie, howe is my heart so sore? my heart panteth within me, I can not be styll, for I haue hearde the crying of the trumpettes, and peales of warre.
12For innumerable troubles are come about me, my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me that I am not able to loke vp: yea they are mo in number then the heeres of my head, & my heart hath fayled me.
16Thyne indignation hath gone ouer me: and thy terrours haue vndone me.
6That thou makest such inquisition for my wickednes, and searchest out my sinne?
22Let all their wickednesse come before thee, and do thou to them as thou hast done vnto me for all my trespasses: for my sorowe is very great, and my heart is heauy.
10because of thine indignation and wrath: for thou hast set me vp, and cast me downe.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
6From the sole of the foote vnto the head there is nothyng sounde in it: but woundes, blaynes, and putrifiyng sore: they haue not ben salued, neither wrapped vp, neither molified with the oyntment.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
7Thyne indignation sore presseth me: and thou hast vexed me with all thy stormes. Selah.
8And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face.
5My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.
20My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my fleshe, onely there is left me the skinne about my teeth.
3For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.
3For I do acknowledge my wickednesse: and my sinne is euer before me.
13There is no man to meddle with thy cause, or to lay plaster vpon thee, or to bynde vp thy woundes to heale thee.
21In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
15What shall I say? The Lorde hath made a promise to me, yea and he hym selfe hath perfourmed it: I shall therefore so long as I lyue remember this bitternesse of my lyfe.