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Psalms 38:7

For imy loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.

For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.

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Psalms 38:2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.

Psalms 38:4 For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

Job 30:18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

Job 40:4 Behold, I am vile; what shall I answer thee? I will lay mine hand upon my mouth.

Job 42:6 Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.

Isaiah 64:6 But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.

Luke 16:20 And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,