Psalms 38:7

Geneva Bible (1560)

For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh.

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  • 2 Chr 21:18-19 : 18 And after all this, the Lorde smote him in his bowels with an incurable disease. 19 And in processe of time, euen after the end of two yeeres, his guttes fell out with his disease: so he dyed of sore diseases: & his people made no burning for him like the burning of his fathers.
  • Job 7:5 : 5 My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
  • Job 30:18 : 18 For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
  • Ps 41:8 : 8 A mischiefe is light vpon him, and he that lyeth, shall no more rise.
  • Ps 102:3 : 3 For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
  • Acts 12:23 : 23 But immediatly the Angel of the Lorde smote him, because he gaue not glorie vnto God, so that he was eaten of wormes, and gaue vp the ghost.

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  • Ps 38:8-11
    4 verses
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    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.

    10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.

    11My louers and my friends stand aside from my plague, and my kinsmen stand a farre off.

  • Ps 38:2-6
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    2For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.

    3There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne.

    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.

  • Job 30:16-19
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    16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on 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.

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

  • 5My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.

  • Ps 31:9-10
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    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.

  • Ps 22:14-15
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    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.

  • 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.

  • Ps 102:4-5
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    4Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.

    5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.

  • 27My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.

  • 17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.

  • 3Therefore are my loynes filled with sorow: sorowes haue taken me as the sorowes of a woman that trauayleth: I was bowed downe when I heard it, and I was amased when I sawe it.

  • 4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.

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    2Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.

  • 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.

  • 13His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.

  • 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.

  • 21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 3When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,

  • 4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.

  • 4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.

  • 19He is also striken with sorow vpon his bed, and the griefe of his bones is sore,

  • 18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.

  • 3For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.

  • 21His flesh faileth that it can not be seene, and his bones which were not seene, clatter.

  • 24My knees are weake through fasting, and my flesh hath lost all fatnes.

  • 22Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.

  • 6Should I lye in my right? my wound of the arrowe is grieuous without my sinne.

  • 18Why is mine heauines continuall? And my plague desperate and cannot be healed? why art thou vnto me as a lyar, and as waters that faile?

  • 30My skinne is blacke vpon me, & my bones are burnt with heate.

  • 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.

  • 19Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.

  • 8A mischiefe is light vpon him, and he that lyeth, shall no more rise.

  • 20Rebuke hath broken mine heart, and I am full of heauinesse, and I looked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none: and for comforters, but I found none.

  • 4Therefore I saide, Lorde haue mercie vpon me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned against thee.

  • 7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.