and said unto the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?
Psalm 38:7 - King James Version (Oxford) 1769 For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: And there is no soundness in my flesh. 更多版本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. 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. 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 said unto the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?
By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin is broken, and become loathsome.
An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
And immediately the angel of the Lord smote him, because he gave not God the glory: and he was eaten of worms, and gave up the ghost.