Bible Verses About Sore

There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

And the battle went sore against Saul, and the archers hit him; and he was sore wounded of the archers.

For thus saith the Lord, Thy bruise is incurable, and thy wound is grievous.

Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.

For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole.

And saying, Lord, my servant lieth at home sick of the palsy, grievously tormented.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.

He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:

So went Satan forth from the presence of the Lord, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.

But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.

My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.

For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.

The Lord shall smite thee in the knees, and in the legs, with a sore botch that cannot be healed, from the sole of thy foot unto the top of thy head.

My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?

Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness.

Sigh therefore, thou son of man, with the breaking of thy loins; and with bitterness sigh before their eyes.

For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

Thou hast thrust sore at me that I might fall: but the Lord helped me.

And the battle went sore against Saul, and the archers hit him, and he was wounded of the archers.

And she was in bitterness of soul, and prayed unto the Lord, and wept sore.

And I am very sore displeased with the heathen that are at ease: for I was but a little displeased, and they helped forward the affliction.

Therefore also will I make thee sick in smiting thee, in making thee desolate because of thy sins.

Come, and let us return unto the Lord: for he hath torn, and he will heal us; he hath smitten, and he will bind us up.

And her adversary also provoked her sore, for to make her fret, because the Lord had shut up her womb.

Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.

My knees are weak through fasting; and my flesh faileth of fatness.

When they took hold of thee by thy hand, thou didst break, and rend all their shoulder: and when they leaned upon thee, thou brakest, and madest all their loins to be at a stand.

Why criest thou for thine affliction? thy sorrow is incurable for the multitude of thine iniquity: because thy sins were increased, I have done these things unto thee.

He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.

We have heard the fame thereof: our hands wax feeble: anguish hath taken hold of us, and pain, as of a woman in travail.

Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O Lord? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?

But because I have said these things unto you, sorrow hath filled your heart.

Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.

For godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation not to be repented of: but the sorrow of the world worketh death.

There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?

For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.