Verse 3

There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne.

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 6:2 : 2 Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
  • Ps 51:8 : 8 Make me to heare ioye and gladnes, that the bones, which thou hast broken, may reioyce.
  • Ps 90:7-8 : 7 For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled. 8 Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, and our secret sinnes in the light of thy countenance.
  • Ps 102:3 : 3 For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
  • Ps 102:5 : 5 For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
  • Isa 1:5-6 : 5 Wherefore shoulde ye be smitten any more? For ye fall away more and more: the whole head is sicke, and the whole heart is heauie. 6 From the sole of the foote vnto the head, there is nothing whole therein, but wounds, and swelling, and sores full of corruption: they haue not bene wrapped, nor bound vp, nor mollified with oyle.
  • Lam 3:40-42 : 40 Let vs search and try our wayes, and turne againe to the Lord. 41 Let vs lift vp our hearts with our handes vnto God in the heauens. 42 We haue sinned, and haue rebelled, therefore thou hast not spared.
  • Ps 31:9-9 : 9 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe. 10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
  • 2 Chr 26:19 : 19 Then Vzziah was wroth, and had incense in his hand to burne it: and while he was wroth with the Priestes, the leprosie rose vp in his forehead before the Priestes in the house of the Lord beside the incense altar.
  • Job 2:7-8 : 7 So Satan departed from the presence of the Lord, and smote Iob with sore boyles, from the sole of his foote vnto his crowne. 8 And he tooke a potsharde to scrape him, and he sate downe among the ashes.
  • Job 33:19-22 : 19 He is also striken with sorow vpon his bed, and the griefe of his bones is sore, 20 So that his life causeth him to abhorre bread, and his soule daintie meate. 21 His flesh faileth that it can not be seene, and his bones which were not seene, clatter. 22 So his soule draweth to the graue, and his life to the buriers.