Psalms 38:7
For my loins are filled with a loathsome [disease]: and [there is] no soundness in my flesh.
For my loins are filled with a loathsome [disease]: and [there is] no soundness in my flesh.
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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.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
11My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.
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.
5My wounds stink [and] are corrupt because of my foolishness.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
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.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
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.
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.
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.
4My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
27My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
17For I [am] ready to halt, and my sorrow [is] continually before me.
3Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing [of it]; I was dismayed at the seeing [of it].
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
2Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I [am] weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
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.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
8And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, [which] is a witness [against me]: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
21¶ Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
13From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate [and] faint all the day.
19¶ My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
3When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
19¶ He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong [pain]:
18[When] I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart [is] faint in me.
3For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones [that] were not seen stick out.
24My knees are weak through fasting; and my flesh faileth of fatness.
22For I [am] poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
6Should I lie against my right? my wound [is] incurable without transgression.
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?
30My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
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.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this [is] a grief, and I must bear it.
8An evil disease, [say they], cleaveth fast unto him: and [now] that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
20Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked [for some] to take pity, but [there was] none; and for comforters, but I found none.
4I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.