אָנַשׁ

Nathan departed to his house. Yahweh struck the child that Uriah’s wife bore to David, and it was very sick.

Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar. My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.’

In the day of your planting, you hedge it in. In the morning, you make your seed blossom, but the harvest flees away in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? Will you indeed be to me as a deceitful brook, like waters that fail?

The heart is deceitful above all things and it is exceedingly corrupt. Who can know it?

As for me, I have not hurried from being a shepherd after you. I haven’t desired the woeful day. You know. That which came out of my lips was before your face.

For Yahweh says, “Your hurt is incurable. Your wound is grievous.

Why do you cry over your injury? Your pain is incurable. For the greatness of your iniquity, because your sins have increased, I have done these things to you.

For her wounds are incurable; for it has come even to Judah. It reaches to the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.