Psalm 38:7 - Modern English Version

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 Tagairtí Cros

Nehemiah 2:3

and said to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should not my face be troubled when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”

Job 30:18

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

Job 7:5

My flesh is covered with worms and caked with dirt; my skin is broken, and has become loathsome.

Psalm 102:3

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

Psalm 41:8

They say, “An evil disease clings to him. And now that he lies down, he will not rise again.”

Acts 12:23

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