Psalms 38:6
I am in pain and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
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Psalms 38:6
I am in pain and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
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Psalms 38:5
My wounds are loathsome and corrupt because of my foolishness.
Job 2:7
So Satan went out from the presence of Yahweh, and struck Job with painful sores from the sole of his foot to his head.
Job 2:8
He took for himself a potsherd to scrape himself with, and he sat among the ashes.
Isaiah 1:6
From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness in it, but wounds, welts, and open sores. They haven’t been closed, bandaged, or soothed with oil.
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Psalms 42:9
I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
Psalms 35:14
I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.
Psalms 43:2
For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Job 30:28
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
Psalms 42:5
Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
Psalms 145:14
Yahweh upholds all who fall, and raises up all those who are bowed down.
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Psalms 32:3
When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
Psalms 32:4
For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.
Psalms 6:6
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
Psalms 6:2
Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
Psalms 6:3
My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh—how long?
Psalms 31:10
For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
Psalms 77:2
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn’t get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.
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Isaiah 53:3
He was despised and rejected by men, a man of suffering and acquainted with disease. He was despised as one from whom men hide their face; and we didn’t respect him.
Isaiah 53:4
Surely he has borne our sickness and carried our suffering; yet we considered him plagued, struck by God, and afflicted.
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