Psalms 38:7
For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.
For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.
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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.
10My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
11My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague. My kinsmen stand far away.
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.
5My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, because of my foolishness.
6I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
16"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
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.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
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.
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.
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.
4My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
27My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
17For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
3Therefore my thighs are filled with anguish. Pains have taken hold on me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am in so much pain that I can't hear. I so am dismayed that I can't see.
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
2Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
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.
13His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
8You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
21For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
13From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.
19My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I can't hold my peace; because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
4My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.
19He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
3For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.
21His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
24My knees are weak through fasting. My body is thin and lacks fat.
22for I am poor and needy. My heart is wounded within me.
6Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar. My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.'
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?
30My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
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.
19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
8"An evil disease," they say, "has afflicted him. Now that he lies he shall rise up no more."
20Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; for comforters, but I found none.
4I said, "Yahweh, have mercy on me! Heal me, for I have sinned against you."
7My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.