Psalm 38:5
My wounds are of bad odour - they have festered, by reason of my folly:
Psalm 32:3
When I kept silence, my bones became worn out, Through my groaning all the day;
Psalm 38:7
For, my loins, are filled with inflammation, and there is no soundness in my flesh:
Psalm 69:5
O God, thou, hast known my folly, And, my wrong-doings, from thee, have not been hid.
Isaiah 1:5-6
Why should ye be smitten any more? Ye would again turn aside! The whole head is sick, And the whole heart faint:
Jeremiah 8:22
Balsam, is there none, in Gilead? Is there no physician, there? Why hath not appeared the healing of the daughter of my people?