7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
4 For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden — too heavy for me.
5 Stunk — become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.
6 I have been bent down, I have been bowed down — unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7 For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8 I have been feeble and smitten — unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9 Lord, before Thee is all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
38:7My back is filled with searing pain; there is no health in my body.
38:7For my loins are filled with a loathsome [disease:] and [there is] no soundness in my flesh.
38:7For my loins are filled with illusions; and there is no health in my flesh.
38:7For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.
38:7For my loins are full of burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh.
38:7For my loins are filled with burning; and there is no soundness in my flesh.
38:7For my loins are filled with a lothsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
38:7For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.
38:7For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.