Psalm 38:7 - New International Version (Anglicised)

⁷ My back is filled with searing pain; there is no health in my body.

Tuilleadh leaganacha

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

but I said to the king, ‘May the king live for ever! Why should my face not look sad when the city where my ancestors are buried lies in ruins, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?’

Job 30:18

In his great power God becomes like clothing to me; he binds me like the neck of my garment.

Job 7:5

My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.

Psalm 102:3

For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers.

Psalm 41:8

‘A vile disease has afflicted him; he will never get up from the place where he lies.’

Acts 12:23

Immediately, because Herod did not give praise to God, an angel of the Lord struck him down, and he was eaten by worms and died.