Psalm 38:7 - Tree of Life Version

⁷ I am bent over, bowed down greatly. All day I walk about in mourning.

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 forever! Why should my face not be sad, when the city where my ancestors are buried lies in ruins and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”

Job 30:18

By great power He seizes my garment; He binds me like the collar of my tunic.

Job 7:5

My flesh is clothed with maggots and clods of dirt; My skin is broken and festering.

Psalm 102:3

Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn Your ear to me— in the day I call, answer me quickly.

Psalm 41:8

All who hate me whisper together about me They imagine the worst about me:

Acts 12:23

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