Psalms 38:3
There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne.
There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne.
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4For mine iniquities are gone ouer mine head, and as a weightie burden they are too heauie for me.
5My woundes are putrified, and corrupt because of my foolishnes.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
7For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
9Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
1A Psalme of Dauid for remembrance. O Lorde, rebuke mee not in thine anger, neither chastise me in thy wrath.
2For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
17It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
18For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
3When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
1To him that excelleth on Neginoth vpon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. O lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chastise me in thy wrath.
2Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
17Beholde, for felicitie I had bitter griefe, but it was thy pleasure to deliuer my soule from the pit of corruption: for thou hast cast all my sinnes behinde thy backe.
13From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
20Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
18When I declare my paine, and am sory for my sinne,
19He is also striken with sorow vpon his bed, and the griefe of his bones is sore,
14I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
15My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
10Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
4Therefore I saide, Lorde haue mercie vpon me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned against thee.
3For the voyce of the enemie, and for the vexation of ye wicked, because they haue brought iniquitie vpon me, and furiously hate me.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
27My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
19My bely, my bely, I am pained, euen at the very heart: mine heart is troubled within me: I cannot be still: for my soule hath heard the sounde of the trumpet, and the alarme of the battell.
12For innumerable troubles haue compassed mee: my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me, that I am not able to looke vp: yea, they are moe in nomber then the heares of mine head: therefore mine heart hath failed me.
16Thine indignations goe ouer me, and thy feare hath cut me off.
6That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?
22Let al their wickednes come before thee: do vnto them, as thou hast done vnto me, for all my transgressions: for my sighes are many, & mine heart is heauy.
10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast heaued me vp, and cast me downe.
17Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
6From the sole of the foote vnto the head, there is nothing whole therein, but wounds, and swelling, and sores full of corruption: they haue not bene wrapped, nor bound vp, nor mollified with oyle.
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
7Thine indignation lyeth vpon me, & thou hast vexed me with all thy waues. Selah.
8And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.
5My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
20My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my flesh, and I haue escaped with the skinne of my teeth.
3For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
3For I know mine iniquities, and my sinne is euer before me.
13There is none to iudge thy cause, or to lay a plaister: there are no medicines, nor help for thee.
21His flesh faileth that it can not be seene, and his bones which were not seene, clatter.
15What shall I say? for he hath said it to me, and he hath done it: I shall walke weakely all my yeeres in the bitternesse of my soule.