Psalms 38:5
My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, because of my foolishness.
My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, because of my foolishness.
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2For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.
3There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
4For my iniquities have gone over my head. As a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
6I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
7For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.
8I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.
5God, you know my foolishness. My sins aren't hidden from you.
8Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don't make me the reproach of the foolish.
9Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
17For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
18For I will declare my iniquity. I will be sorry for my sin.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
21For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
22I was so senseless and ignorant. I was a brute beast before you.
5Why should you be beaten more, that you revolt more and more? The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.
6From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness in it: wounds, welts, and open sores. They haven't been closed, neither bandaged, neither soothed with oil.
19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
6Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar. My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.'
4I said, "Yahweh, have mercy on me! Heal me, for I have sinned against you."
18Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? will you indeed be to me as a deceitful [brook], as waters that fail?
1"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
17Fools are afflicted because of their disobedience, and because of their iniquities.
20See, Yahweh; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
10Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
22for I am poor and needy. My heart is wounded within me.
3For I know my transgressions. My sin is constantly before me.
11My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague. My kinsmen stand far away.
12They also who seek after my life lay snares. Those who seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and meditate deceits all day long.
12For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed me.
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
17Behold, for peace I had great anguish, but you have in love for my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; for you have cast all my sins behind your back.
22Let all their wickedness come before you; Do to them, as you have done to me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
15All day long my dishonor is before me, and shame covers my face,
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
18By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
14I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
2Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
18Consider my affliction and my travail. Forgive all my sins.
15What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.
8David said to God, "I have sinned greatly, in that I have done this thing. But now, put away, I beg you, the iniquity of your servant; for I have done very foolishly."
4My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.
2But as for me, my feet were almost gone. My steps had nearly slipped.
18"Your way and your doings have brought these things to you. This is your wickedness; for it is bitter, for it reaches to your heart."
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
5I acknowledged my sin to you. I didn't hide my iniquity. I said, I will confess my transgressions to Yahweh, and you forgave the iniquity of my sin. Selah.