28 Bible Verses about Wounds

burning for burning, wound for wound, stripe for stripe.

'And when a man putteth a blemish in his fellow, as he hath done so it is done to him;

breach for breach, eye for eye, tooth for tooth; as he putteth a blemish in a man so it is done in him.

When a man doth give unto his neighbour an ass, or ox, or sheep, or any beast to keep, and it hath died, or hath been hurt, or taken captive, none seeing --

From the sole of the foot -- unto the head, There is no soundness in it, Wound, and bruise, and fresh smiting! They have not been closed nor bound, Nor have they softened with ointment.

And God doth shoot them with an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,

and Abimelech pursueth him, and he fleeth from his presence, and many fall wounded -- unto the opening of the gate.

And one hath said unto him, 'What are these wounds in thy hands?' And he hath said, 'Because I was smitten at home by my lovers.'

Stunk -- become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.

For thus said Jehovah: Incurable is thy breach, grievous thy stroke,

There is no weakening of thy destruction, Grievous is thy smiting, All hearing thy fame have clapped the hand at thee, For over whom did not thy wickedness pass continually?

Woe to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this is my sickness, and I bear it.

Thus said the Lord Jehovah to Tyre: Do not -- from the noise of thy fall, In the groaning of the wounded, In the slaying of the slaughter in thy midst, The isles shake?

'Come, and we turn back unto Jehovah, For He hath torn, and He doth heal us, He doth smite, and He bindeth us up.

See ye, now, that I -- I am He, And there is no god with Me: I put to death, and I keep alive; I have smitten, and I heal; And there is not from My hand a deliverer,

For He doth pain, and He bindeth up, He smiteth, and His hands heal.

all loving thee have forgotten thee, Thee they do not seek, For with the stroke of an enemy I smote thee, The chastisement of a fierce one, Because of the abundance of thy iniquity, Mighty have been thy sins!

Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.

The work of his hands Thou hast blessed, and his substance hath spread in the land, and yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike against anything that he hath -- if not: to Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh -- if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

To their mothers they say, 'Where are corn and wine?' In their becoming feeble as a pierced one In the broad places of the city, In their soul pouring itself out into the bosom of their mothers.

A stroke and shame he doth find, And his reproach is not wiped away,

Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? Who hath contentions? who hath plaint? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes? Those tarrying by the wine, Those going in to search out mixed wine.

Whoso is removing stones is grieved by them, Whoso is cleaving trees endangered by them.

Great is the Former of all, And He is rewarding a fool, And is rewarding transgressors.

The bandages of a wound thou removest with the evil, Also the plagues of the inner parts of the heart!

Faithful are the wounds of a lover, And abundant the kisses of an enemy.