Psalm 38:7

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

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

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.