Psalm 32:4

The Joy Of Forgiveness

³ When I kept silence, my bones became worn out, Through my groaning all the day; ⁴ For, day and night, heavy upon me, was thy hand, - Changed was my life-sap into the drought of summer. Selah. ⁵ My sin, would I own unto thee, and, mine iniquity, not hide, I said, I will confess my transgressions unto Yahweh, And, thou, didst forgive the iniquity of my sin. Selah.

Day and Night

Selah

Job 33:7

Lo! my terror, will not startle thee, nor, my hand, upon thee, be heavy.

1 Samuel 5:11

So they sent and gathered together all the lords of the Philistines, and said - Send away the ark of the God of Israel, and restore it to its own place, that it slay not me, and my people. For there had come a deadly consternation, throughout all the city, heavy exceedingly, was the hand of God there.

Psalm 22:15

Dried as a potsherd, is my strength, And, my tongue, is made to cleave to my gums, And, in the dust of death, wilt thou lay me.

1 Samuel 5:6-7

Then was the hand of Yahweh heavy against them of Ashdod, and he astounded them, - and smote with tumours Ashdod and her bounds.

1 Samuel 5:9

And so it was, after they had taken it round, then was the hand of Yahweh against the city, with an exceeding great consternation, and he smote the men of the city, from the least, even unto the greatest, - and they brake out with tumours.

1 Samuel 6:9

Then shall ye look - if, by the way of its own boundary, it goeth up to Beth-shemesh, he, it was who caused us this great affliction, - but, if not, then shall we know that it was not, his hand, that smote us, a chance, it was, that befell us.

Job 16:21

That one might plead, for a man, with GOD, - Even a son of man, for his friend!

Job 30:30

My skin, turned black, and peeled off me, and, my bones, burned with heat:

Psalm 39:10-11

Remove from off me thy stroke, Because of the hostility of thy hand, am, I, consumed.

Psalm 90:6-7

In the morning, it sprouteth and shooteth up, By the evening, it is cut down and withered.

Psalm 102:3-4

For, consumed in smoke, are my days, And, my bones, like a burning mass, are scorched through;

Lamentations 4:8

Darker than a coal, is their visage, They are not known in the streets - Their skin shrivelleth on their bones, is withered, become like a stick.

Lamentations 5:10

Our skin, as with a furnace, is scorched, because of the hot winds of famine.