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Psalm 38:7 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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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.

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Psalm 38:7
7 Cross References  

And immediately an angel of the Lord smote him, because he gave not God the glory: and he was eaten of worms, and gave up the ghost.


For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.


An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.


My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up and breaketh out afresh.


By the great force of my disease is my garment disfigured It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.


And I said unto the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?


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