Psalm 38:7 - King James 2000

⁷ For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: 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 Tagairtí Cros

Nehemiah 2:3

And said unto the king, Let the king live forever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ sepulchers, lies waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?

Job 30:18

By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it binds me about as the collar of my coat.

Job 7:5

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

Psalm 102:3

For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as a hearth.

Psalm 41:8

An evil disease, say they, clings close unto him: and now that he lies down he shall rise up no more.

Acts 12:23

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