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.
3[There 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.
9¶ Have 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.
21¶ Thus 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?
1¶ My 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.
17¶ Fools 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.
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.
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.