Psalm 38:7 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

⁷ For a disease that loathsome is so fills my loins with pain, That in my weak and weary flesh no soundness doth remain.

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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.

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

⁷ Surely man passeth as an image: yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up: and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.

Psalm 38:7 Cross References

Psalm 102:3

For, as an hearth, my bones are burnt, my days, like smoke, do waste.

Psalm 41:8

Mischief, say they, cleaves fast to him; he li'th, and shall not rise.