Psalms 38:7
For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
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8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
9 Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
10 My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
11 My louers and my neygbours dyd stande on the other syde lokyng vpon my plague: and my kinsmen stoode a farre of.
2 For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
3 There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.
4 For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare.
5 My woundes stinke and are corrupt: through my foolishnes.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
18 For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
5 My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.
9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
10 For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
14 I 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.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
20 Consider (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.
4 My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
27 My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
3 Therfore are my loynes fylled with sorowe, heauinesse hath taken holde vpon me as the panges of a woman that is trauaylyng: it made me stoupe when I heard it, and it vexed me when I sawe it.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
6 From 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.
13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
8 And 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.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
13 From 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.
19 Ah 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.
3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
4 My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
19 He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
3 For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
21 In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
24 My knees are weake through fasting: my fleshe is dryed vp for want of fatnesse.
22 Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
6 In my right I shoulde be a lyer: my wounde is incurable without my fault.
18 Shall my heauinesse endure for euer? Are my plagues then so great that they may neuer be healed? Wylt thou be as one that is false, and as a water that falleth, and can not continue?
30 My skinne vpon me is turned to blacke, and my bones are brent with heate.
12 For 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.
19 Alas howe am I hurt? alas howe paynefull are my scourges vnto me? for I consider this sorowe by my selfe, and I must suffer it.
8 They sayde some great mischiefe is lyghted vpon hym: and he that lyeth sicke on his bed, shall ryse vp no more.
20 Reproofe hath broke my heart a peeces, I am full of heauinesse: I loked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none, and for some that shoulde comfort me, but I coulde fynde none.
4 I sayde, O God be mercifull vnto me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned agaynst thee.
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.