Psalms 38:5
My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
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2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
4 For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7 For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
5 O God, thou knowest my foolishness; and my sins are not hid from thee.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
18 For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
21 Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
22 So foolish was I, and ignorant: I was as a beast before thee.
5 Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.
6 From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
6 Should I lie against my right? my wound is incurable without transgression.
4 I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
18 Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
17 Fools because of their transgression, and because of their iniquities, are afflicted.
20 Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
3 For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me.
11 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.
12 They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.
12 For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
17 Behold, for peace I had great bitterness: but thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
22 Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
15 My confusion is continually before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me,
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
18 Look upon mine affliction and my pain; and forgive all my sins.
15 What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
8 And David said unto God, I have sinned greatly, because I have done this thing: but now, I beseech thee, do away the iniquity of thy servant; for I have done very foolishly.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
2 But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped.
18 Thy way and thy doings have procured these things unto thee; this is thy wickedness, because it is bitter, because it reacheth unto thine heart.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
5 I acknowledged my sin unto thee, and mine iniquity have I not hid. I said, I will confess my transgressions unto the LORD; and thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin. Selah.