| Job 7 5 |
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome. |
| Psalms 55 4 |
My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me. |
| Psalms 38 3 |
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin. |
| Jeremiah 4 19 |
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war. |
| Isaiah 21 3 |
Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it. |
| Job 6 7 |
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat. |
| Psalms 40 12 |
For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me. |
| Luke 12 35 |
Let your loins be girded about, and your lights burning; |
| Psalms 31 10 |
For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed. |
| Psalms 88 3 |
For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave. |
| Lamentations 2 11 |
Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city. |
| Isaiah 59 3 |
For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; your lips have spoken lies, your tongue hath muttered perverseness. |
| Psalms 22 15 |
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death. |
| Psalms 38 8 |
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart. |
| Job 30 16 |
And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me. |
| Song of Solomon 7 2 |
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies. |
| Psalms 143 4 |
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate. |
| Exodus 22 23 |
If thou afflict them in any wise, and they cry at all unto me, I will surely hear their cry; |
| Psalms 31 9 |
Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly. |
| Proverbs 12 18 |
There is that speaketh like the piercings of a sword: but the tongue of the wise is health. |
| Job 10 1 |
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. |
| Job 16 16 |
My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death; |
| Psalms 102 5 |
By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin. |
| Acts 28 27 |
For the heart of this people is waxed gross, and their ears are dull of hearing, and their eyes have they closed; lest they should see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and understand with their heart, and should be converted, and I should heal them. |
| Lamentations 1 20 |
Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death. |
| Psalms 22 14 |
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels. |
| Proverbs 14 30 |
A sound heart is the life of the flesh: but envy the rottenness of the bones. |
| Job 30 27 |
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented 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. |
| Psalms 102 3 |
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. |
| Psalms 41 7 |
All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt. |
| Lamentations 1 16 |
For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed. |
| Psalms 66 11 |
Thou broughtest us into the net; thou laidst affliction upon our loins. |
| Isaiah 1 6 |
From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment. |
| James 3 6 |
And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell. |
| Psalms 88 15 |
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted. |
| James 5 5 |
Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth, and been wanton; ye have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter. |
| Job 7 11 |
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. |
| Isaiah 1 5 |
Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. |
| Lamentations 3 19 |
Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall. |
| Psalms 69 3 |
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God. |
| Nehemiah 2 2 |
Wherefore the king said unto me, Why is thy countenance sad, seeing thou art not sick? this is nothing else but sorrow of heart. Then I was very sore afraid, |
| Psalms 109 22 |
For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me. |
| Psalms 38 5 |
My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness. |
| Psalms 42 3 |
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? |
| Psalms 27 2 |
When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell. |
| Psalms 102 4 |
My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread. |
| Zechariah 1 15 |
And I am very sore displeased with the heathen that are at ease: for I was but a little displeased, and they helped forward the affliction. |
| John 16 6 |
But because I have said these things unto you, sorrow hath filled your heart. |
| Lamentations 3 15 |
He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood. |