Psalms 6:2
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am cweak: O LORD, dheal me; for emy bones are vexed.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
c:
Psalms 38:7 For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
Psalms 88:3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
d:
Hosea 6:1 Come, and let us return unto the LORD: for he hath torn, and he will heal us; he hath smitten, and he will bind us up.
Job 5:18 For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole.
Job 5:19 He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee.
Exodus 15:26 And said, If thou wilt diligently hearken to the voice of the LORD thy God, and wilt do that which is right in his sight, and wilt give ear to his commandments, and keep all his statutes, I will put none of these diseases upon thee, which I have brought upon the Egyptians: for I am the LORD that healeth thee.
Psalms 30:1 I WILL extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
Psalms 41:3 The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
Psalms 147:3 He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
Jeremiah 17:14 Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.
e:
Job 33:19 He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:
Psalms 38:1-7 1. O LORD, rebuke me not in thy wrath: neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure. 2. For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore. 3. There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin. 4. For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me. 5. My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness. 6. I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long. 7. For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
Psalms 51:7 Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.