Psalm 38:7 - Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI)

⁷ For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

⁷ For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: And there is no soundness in my flesh.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

⁷ For my loins are filled with burning; and there is no soundness in my flesh.

American Standard Version (1901)

⁷ For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.

Common English Bible

⁷ My insides are burning up; there’s nothing in my body that isn’t broken.

Catholic Public Domain Version

⁷ So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.

Psalm 38:7 Krydshenvisninger

Nehemiah 2:3

I said to the king, “Let the king live for ever! Why should not my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' sepulchres, lies waste, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”

Job 30:18

With violence it seizes my garment; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.

Job 7:5

My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.

Psalm 102:3

For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.

Psalm 41:8

They say, “A deadly thing has fastened upon him; he will not rise again from where he lies.”

Acts 12:23

Immediately an angel of the Lord smote him, because he did not give God the glory; and he was eaten by worms and died.