Psalms 38:7
“For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.”
My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
Cross-References
“And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes.”
“Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.”
“My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.”
“For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.”
“My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.”