And I said to the king: "O king, live forever. Why should my expression not be mournful, since the city of the house of the sepulchers of my father is desolate, and its gates have been burned with fire?"
Psalm 38:7 - Catholic Public Domain Version 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. Matoleo zaidiKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: And there is no soundness in my flesh. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition For my loins are filled with burning; and there is no soundness in my flesh. American Standard Version (1901) For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh. Common English Bible My insides are burning up; there’s nothing in my body that isn’t broken. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version 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. English Standard Version 2016 For my sides are filled with burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh. |
And I said to the king: "O king, live forever. Why should my expression not be mournful, since the city of the house of the sepulchers of my father is desolate, and its gates have been burned with fire?"
By the sheer number of them my clothing is worn away, and they have closed in on me like the collar of my coat.
My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
Abyss calls upon abyss, with the voice of your floodgate. All your heights and your waves have passed over me.
And immediately, an Angel of the Lord struck him down, because he had not given honor to God. And having been consumed by worms, he expired.