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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2For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
3There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
4For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
5O God, thou knowest my foolishness; and my sins are not hid from thee.
8Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
17For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
18For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
22So foolish was I, and ignorant: I was as a beast before thee.
5Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.
6From 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.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
6Should I lie against my right? my wound is incurable without transgression.
4I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
18Why 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?
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
17Fools because of their transgression, and because of their iniquities, are afflicted.
20Behold, 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.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
22For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
3For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me.
11My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.
12They 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.
12For 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.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
17Behold, 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.
22Let 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.
15My confusion is continually before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me,
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
14I 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.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
2Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
18Look upon mine affliction and my pain; and forgive all my sins.
15What 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.
8And 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.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
2But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped.
18Thy way and thy doings have procured these things unto thee; this is thy wickedness, because it is bitter, because it reacheth unto thine heart.
3When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
5I 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.