Psalms 38:7
For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh. |
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Psalms 38:7-9
For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh. I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart. Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee. |
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Psalms 41:3
The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness. |
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Job 16:5
But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief. |
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Luke 16:28
For I have five brethren; that he may testify unto them, lest they also come into this place of torment. |
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Proverbs 23:35
They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again. |
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