Psalms 38:7

Bishops' Bible (1568)

For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.

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Referenced Verses

  • 2 Chr 21:18-19 : 18 And after all these thinges, the Lorde smote him in his bowels with an incurable disease. 19 And it came to passe, that in processe of time, euen after the ende of two yeres, his guttes fell out in his sicknes, and so he died of very euyll diseases: And they made no burning for him, lyke the burning of his fathers.
  • Job 7:5 : 5 My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.
  • Job 30:18 : 18 For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
  • Ps 41:8 : 8 They sayde some great mischiefe is lyghted vpon hym: and he that lyeth sicke on his bed, shall ryse vp no more.
  • Ps 102:3 : 3 For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.
  • Acts 12:23 : 23 And immediatly the Angel of ye Lorde smote hym, because he gaue not God ye honour, & he was eaten of wormes, and gaue vp the ghost.

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  • Ps 38:8-11
    4 verses
    85%

    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.

    10My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.

    11My louers and my neygbours dyd stande on the other syde lokyng vpon my plague: and my kinsmen stoode a farre of.

  • Ps 38:2-6
    5 verses
    83%

    2For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.

    3There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.

    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.

  • Job 30:16-19
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    16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.

    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.

    19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.

  • 5My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.

  • Ps 31:9-10
    2 verses
    77%

    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.

  • Ps 22:14-15
    2 verses
    77%

    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.

  • 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.

  • Ps 102:4-5
    2 verses
    76%

    4My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.

    5Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.

  • 27My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.

  • 17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.

  • 3Therfore 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.

  • 4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.

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    2Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.

  • 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.

  • 13His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.

  • 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.

  • 21Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 3For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.

  • 4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.

  • 4My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.

  • 19He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:

  • 18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.

  • 3For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.

  • 21In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.

  • 24My knees are weake through fasting: my fleshe is dryed vp for want of fatnesse.

  • 22Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.

  • 6In my right I shoulde be a lyer: my wounde is incurable without my fault.

  • 18Shall 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?

  • 30My skinne vpon me is turned to blacke, and my bones are brent with heate.

  • 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.

  • 19Alas 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.

  • 8They sayde some great mischiefe is lyghted vpon hym: and he that lyeth sicke on his bed, shall ryse vp no more.

  • 20Reproofe 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.

  • 4I sayde, O God be mercifull vnto me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned agaynst thee.

  • 7Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.