771 verses about Sickness

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.

They reel back and forth, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits’ end.

My knees are weak through fasting. My body is thin and lacks fat.

I am afflicted very much. Revive me, Yahweh, according to your word.

He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.

You will groan at your latter end, when your flesh and your body are consumed,

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when longing is fulfilled, it is a tree of life.

The life of the body is a heart at peace, but envy rots the bones.

A man’s spirit will sustain him in sickness, but a crushed spirit, who can bear?

Give strong drink to him who is ready to perish; and wine to the bitter in soul:

All his days he also eats in darkness, he is frustrated, and has sickness and wrath.

in the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those who look out of the windows are darkened,

and the doors shall be shut in the street; when the sound of the grinding is low, and one shall rise up at the voice of a bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low;

Why should you be beaten more, that you revolt more and more? The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness in it: wounds, welts, and open sores. They haven’t been closed, neither bandaged, neither soothed with oil.

therefore the Lord brings sores on the crown of the head of the women of Zion, and Yahweh will make their scalps bald.”

The inhabitant won’t say, “I am sick.” The people who dwell therein will be forgiven their iniquity.

In those days was Hezekiah sick and near death. Isaiah the prophet, the son of Amoz, came to him, and said to him, “Yahweh says, ‘Set your house in order, for you will die, and not live.’”

Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to Yahweh,

“Go, and tell Hezekiah, ‘Yahweh, the God of David your father, says, “I have heard your prayer. I have seen your tears. Behold, I will add fifteen years to your life.

The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and had recovered of his sickness.

My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.

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.

I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.”

What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.

Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a cake of figs, and lay it for a poultice on the boil, and he shall recover.”

Hezekiah also had said, “What is the sign that I will go up to Yahweh’s house?”

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

“Hear, you deaf, and look, you blind, that you may see.

He was despised, and rejected by men; a man of suffering, and acquainted with disease. He was despised as one from whom men hide their face; and we didn’t respect him.

Surely he has borne our sickness, and carried our suffering; yet we considered him plagued, struck by God, and afflicted.

As a well produces its waters, so she produces her wickedness. Violence and destruction is heard in her. Sickness and wounds are continually before me.

We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of healing, and behold, dismay!

Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then isn’t the health of the daughter of my people recovered?

Woe is me because of my injury! My wound is serious; but I said, “Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.”

If I go out into the field, then, behold, the slain with the sword! If I enter into the city, then, behold, those who are sick with famine! For both the prophet and the priest go about in the land, and have no knowledge.’”

“They will die grievous deaths: they will not be lamented, neither will they be buried. They will be as dung on the surface of the ground. They will be consumed by the sword and by famine. Their dead bodies will be food for the birds of the sky and for the animals of the earth.”

I will strike the inhabitants of this city, both man and animal. They will die of a great pestilence.

Afterward,” says Yahweh, “I will deliver Zedekiah king of Judah, his servants, and the people, even those who are left in this city from the pestilence, from the sword, and from the famine, into the hand of Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon, and into the hand of their enemies, and into the hand of those who seek their life. He will strike them with the edge of the sword. He will not spare them, have pity, or have mercy.”’

He who remains in this city will die by the sword, by the famine, and by the pestilence; but he who goes out, and passes over to the Chaldeans who besiege you, he will live, and he will escape with his life.

I will send the sword, the famine, and the pestilence, among them, until they are consumed from off the land that I gave to them and to their fathers.’”

Why will you die, you and your people, by the sword, by the famine, and by the pestilence, as Yahweh has spoken concerning the nation that will not serve the king of Babylon?

Yahweh of Armies says: “Behold, I will send on them the sword, the famine, and the pestilence, and will make them like rotten figs that can’t be eaten, they are so bad.

I will pursue after them with the sword, with the famine, and with the pestilence, and will deliver them to be tossed back and forth among all the kingdoms of the earth, to be an object of horror, an astonishment, a hissing, and a reproach among all the nations where I have driven them,

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

There is no one to plead your cause, that you may be bound up. You have no healing medicines.

For I will restore health to you, and I will heal you of your wounds,” says Yahweh; “because they have called you an outcast, saying, ‘It is Zion, whom no man seeks after.’”

“Behold, siege ramps have come to the city to take it. The city is given into the hand of the Chaldeans who fight against it, because of the sword, of the famine, and of the pestilence. What you have spoken has happened. Behold, you see it.

Now therefore Yahweh, the God of Israel, says concerning this city, about which you say, “It is given into the hand of the king of Babylon by the sword, by the famine, and by the pestilence:”

“Yahweh says, ‘He who remains in this city will die by the sword, by the famine, and by the pestilence; but he who goes out to the Chaldeans will live, and he will escape with his life, and he will live.’

Now therefore know certainly that you will die by the sword, by the famine, and by the pestilence in the place where you desire to go to live there.”

Go up into Gilead, and take balm, virgin daughter of Egypt. You use many medicines in vain. There is no healing for you.

The king of Babylon has heard the news of them, and his hands become feeble: anguish has taken hold of him, pains as of a woman in labor.