Psalms 38:7

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.

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In The King James Version

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

In Context

6Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.

8And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.

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Cross References

2 Chronicles 21:18And in addition to all these things, the Lord struck him with an incurable disease of the bowels.

Job 7:5My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.

Psalms 41:8Abyss calls upon abyss, with the voice of your floodgate. All your heights and your waves have passed over me.

Acts 12:23And immediately, an Angel of the Lord struck him down, because he had not given honor to God. And having been consumed by worms, he expired.

Matthew Henry on Psalms 38:2-12

Sorrowful Complaints. 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 a 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… Read the whole commentary →

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