Psalms 38:3

Whereas you don’t know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.

Who is like you, Yahweh, among the gods? Who is like you, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders?

But he saves from the sword of their mouth, even the needy from the hand of the mighty.

His flesh is so consumed away that it can’t be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.

He has made my flesh and my skin old. He has broken my bones.

The cloud departed from over the Tent; and behold, Miriam was leprous, as white as snow. Aaron looked at Miriam, and behold, she was leprous.

My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

He delivered me from my strong enemy, from those who hated me; for they were too mighty for me.

But the wicked shall perish. The enemies of Yahweh shall be like the beauty of the fields. They will vanish— vanish like smoke.

Let me hear joy and gladness, that the bones which you have broken may rejoice.

There is no one like you among the gods, Lord, nor any deeds like your deeds.

Yahweh, God of Armies, who is a mighty one, like you? Yah, your faithfulness is around you.

because of your indignation and your wrath; for you have taken me up and thrown me away.

for Yahweh will plead their case, and plunder the life of those who plunder them.

I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.

“From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them. He has spread a net for my feet. He has turned me back. He has made me desolate and I faint all day long.

Our skin is black like an oven, because of the burning heat of famine.

“Come! Let’s return to Yahweh; for he has torn us to pieces, and he will heal us; he has injured us, and he will bind up our wounds.

Moses cried to Yahweh, saying, “Heal her, God, I beg you!”

Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying, “Oh that you would bless me indeed, and enlarge my border! May your hand be with me, and may you keep me from evil, that I may not cause pain!” God granted him that which he requested.

You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

But I trust in your loving kindness. My heart rejoices in your salvation.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

Yahweh my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.

You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,

For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.

Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.

though you have crushed us in the haunt of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of death.

Your righteousness also, God, reaches to the heavens; you have done great things. God, who is like you?

For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don’t forget your statutes.

A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

Then Yahweh’s ransomed ones will return, and come with singing to Zion; and everlasting joy will be on their heads. They will obtain gladness and joy, and sorrow and sighing will flee away.”

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

“The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to heal the broken hearted, to proclaim release to the captives, recovering of sight to the blind, to deliver those who are crushed,

“He has blinded their eyes and he hardened their heart, lest they should see with their eyes, and perceive with their heart, and would turn, and I would heal them.”

Abraham prayed to God. God healed Abimelech, and his wife, and his female servants, and they bore children.

But if the scab spreads on the skin after he has shown himself to the priest for his cleansing, he shall show himself to the priest again.

Huram continued, “Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, who made heaven and earth, who has given to David the king a wise son, endowed with discretion and understanding, who would build a house for Yahweh, and a house for his kingdom.

Then Uzziah was angry. He had a censer in his hand to burn incense, and while he was angry with the priests, the leprosy broke out on his forehead before the priests in Yahweh’s house, beside the altar of incense.

My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax. It is melted within me.

When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

All my bones shall say, “Yahweh, who is like you, who delivers the poor from him who is too strong for him; yes, the poor and the needy from him who robs him?”

For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.

When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, you consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.”

Don’t reject me in my old age. Don’t forsake me when my strength fails.

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

He will get wounds and dishonor. His reproach will not be wiped away.

For you have been a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat, when the blast of the dreaded ones is like a storm against the wall.

We all roar like bears and moan bitterly like doves. We look for justice, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far off from us.

There is no one like you, Yahweh. You are great, and your name is great in might.

Heal me, O Yahweh, and I will be healed. Save me, and I will be saved; for you are my praise.

Their appearance is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.

Who is a God like you, who pardons iniquity, and passes over the disobedience of the remnant of his heritage? He doesn’t retain his anger forever, because he delights in loving kindness.

The report about him went out into all Syria. They brought to him all who were sick, afflicted with various diseases and torments, possessed with demons, epileptics, and paralytics; and he healed them.

But it was appropriate to celebrate and be glad, for this, your brother, was dead, and is alive again. He was lost, and is found.’ ”

For these things happened that the Scripture might be fulfilled, “A bone of him will not be broken.”

Having been made perfect, he became to all of those who obey him the author of eternal salvation,

Wherein you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved in various trials,