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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
21Thus 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 desote and faint all the day.
19My 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.
19He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:
18When 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.