771 verses about Sickness

Hezekiah said to Isaiah, “What will be the sign that Yahweh will heal me, and that I will go up to Yahweh’s house the third day?”

At that time Berodach Baladan the son of Baladan, king of Babylon, sent letters and a present to Hezekiah; for he had heard that Hezekiah had been sick.

There was again war at Gath, where there was a man of great stature, who had twenty-four fingers and toes, six on each hand, and six on each foot; and he also was born to the giant.

either three years of famine; or three months to be consumed before your foes, while the sword of your enemies overtakes you; or else three days the sword of Yahweh, even pestilence in the land, and Yahweh’s angel destroying throughout all the borders of Israel. Now therefore consider what answer I shall return to him who sent me.’”

Then David said to Ornan, “Give me the place of this threshing floor, that I may build an altar to Yahweh on it. You shall sell it to me for the full price, that the plague may be stopped from afflicting the people.”

“If there is famine in the land, if there is pestilence, if there is blight or mildew, locust or caterpillar; if their enemies besiege them in the land of their cities; whatever plague or whatever sickness there is;

whatever prayer and supplication is made by any man, or by all your people Israel, who will each know his own plague and his own sorrow, and shall spread out his hands toward this house;

“If I shut up the sky so that there is no rain, or if I command the locust to devour the land, or if I send pestilence among my people;

Jeroboam didn’t recover strength again in the days of Abijah. Yahweh struck him, and he died.

In the thirty-ninth year of his reign, Asa was diseased in his feet. His disease was exceedingly great: yet in his disease he didn’t seek Yahweh, but just the physicians.

A certain man drew his bow at random, and struck the king of Israel between the joints of the armor. Therefore he said to the driver of the chariot, “Turn your hand, and carry me out of the army; for I am severely wounded.”

behold, Yahweh will strike your people with a great plague, including your children, your wives, and all your posessions;

and you will have great sickness with a disease of your bowels, until your bowels fall out by reason of the sickness, day by day.’”

After all this Yahweh struck him in his bowels with an incurable disease.

In process of time, at the end of two years, his bowels fell out by reason of his sickness, and he died of severe diseases. His people made no burning for him, like the burning of his fathers.

He returned to be healed in Jezreel of the wounds which they had given him at Ramah, when he fought against Hazael king of Syria. Azariah the son of Jehoram king of Judah went down to see Jehoram the son of Ahab in Jezreel, because he was sick.

When they had departed from him (for they left him very sick), his own servants conspired against him for the blood of the sons of Jehoiada the priest, and killed him on his bed, and he died. They buried him in David’s city, but they didn’t bury him in the tombs of the kings.

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.

Azariah the chief priest, and all the priests, looked at him, and behold, he was leprous in his forehead, and they thrust him out quickly from there. Yes, he himself also hurried to go out, because Yahweh had struck him.

Uzziah the king was a leper to the day of his death, and lived in a separate house, being a leper; for he was cut off from Yahweh’s house. Jotham his son was over the king’s house, judging the people of the land.

So Uzziah slept with his fathers; and they buried him with his fathers in the field of burial which belonged to the kings, for they said, “He is a leper.” Jotham his son reigned in his place.

Yahweh listened to Hezekiah, and healed the people.

In those days Hezekiah was terminally ill, and he prayed to Yahweh; and he spoke to him, and gave him a sign.

The archers shot at king Josiah; and the king said to his servants, “Take me away, because I am seriously wounded!”

The king said to me, “Why is your face sad, since you are not sick? This is nothing else but sorrow of heart.” Then I was very much afraid.

But stretch out your hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will renounce you to your face.”

So Satan went out from the presence of Yahweh, and struck Job with painful sores from the sole of his foot to his head.

He took for himself a potsherd to scrape himself with, and he sat among the ashes.

But he said to her, “You speak as one of the foolish women would speak. What? Shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil?” In all this Job didn’t sin with his lips.

fear came on me, and trembling, which made all my bones shake.

For he wounds, and binds up. He injures, and his hands make whole.

so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

For he breaks me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.

But you are forgers of lies. You are all physicians of no value.

though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.

Look away from him, that he may rest, until he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns.”

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

His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.

“But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.

His strength shall be famished. Calamity shall be ready at his side.

The members of his body shall be devoured. The firstborn of death shall devour his members.

My breath is offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.

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

yet his food in his bowels is turned. It is cobra venom within him.

He draws it out, and it comes out of his body. Yes, the glittering point comes out of his liver. Terrors are on him.

Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

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

By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.

He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

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

He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;

So that his life abhors bread, and his soul dainty food.

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

Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, and his life to the destroyers.

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

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

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

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

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.

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

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

But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my soul with fasting. My prayer returned into my own bosom.

For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, because of my foolishness.

I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.

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

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

My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.

My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague. My kinsmen stand far away.

For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.

Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more.”

Yahweh will sustain him on his sickbed, and restore him from his bed of illness.

I said, “Yahweh, have mercy on me! Heal me, for I have sinned against you.”

My enemies speak evil against me: “When will he die, and his name perish?”

“An evil disease”, they say, “has afflicted him. Now that he lies he shall rise up no more.”

But you, Yahweh, have mercy on me, and raise me up, that I may repay them.

You have made the land tremble. You have torn it. Mend its fractures, for it quakes.

I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler, and from the deadly pestilence.

nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that wastes at noonday.

no evil shall happen to you, neither shall any plague come near your dwelling.

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

My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.

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

I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.

He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.

who forgives all your sins; who heals all your diseases;

Thus they provoked him to anger with their deeds. The plague broke in on them.

Hungry and thirsty, their soul fainted in them.

Fools are afflicted because of their disobedience, and because of their iniquities.

Their soul abhors all kinds of food. They draw near to the gates of death.