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Psalm 38:7 - New Revised Standard 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.

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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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 Surely man passeth as an image: yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up: and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.

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Psalm 38:7
7 Tagairtí Cros  

I said to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should my face not be sad, when the city, the place of my ancestors' graves, lies waste, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”


With violence he seizes my garment; he grasps me by the collar of my tunic.


My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out again.


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


They think that a deadly thing has fastened on me, that I will not rise again from where I lie.


And immediately, because he had not given the glory to God, an angel of the Lord struck him down, and he was eaten by worms and died.


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