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,