Bible Verses About Sickness

So that his life causeth him to abhorre bread, and his soule daintie meate.

His flesh faileth that it can not be seene, and his bones which were not seene, clatter.

So his soule draweth to the graue, and his life to the buriers.

If there be a messenger with him, or an interpreter, one of a thousand to declare vnto man his righteousnesse,

Then will he haue mercie vpon him, and will say, Deliuer him, that he go not downe into the pit: for I haue receiued a reconciliation.

O Lord my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.

To him that excelleth. A Psalme of David. In thee, O Lord, haue I put my trust: let mee neuer be confounded: deliuer me in thy righteousnesse.

Bowe downe thine eare to me: make haste to deliuer mee: be vnto me a stronge rocke, and an house of defence to saue me.

For thou art my rocke and my fortresse: therefore for thy Names sake direct mee and guide me.

Drawe mee out of the nette, that they haue layde priuilie for mee: for thou art my strength.

Into thine hand I commend my spirit: for thou hast redeemed me, O Lord God of trueth.

I haue hated them that giue them selues to deceitfull vanities: for I trust in the Lord.

I wil be glad and reioyce in thy mercie: for thou hast seene my trouble: thou hast knowen my soule in aduersities,

And thou hast not shut me vp in the hand of the enemie, but hast set my feete at large.

Yet I, when they were sicke, I was clothed with a sacke: I humbled my soule with fasting: and my praier was turned vpon my bosome.

The Lord wil strengthen him vpon ye bed of sorow: thou hast turned al his bed in his sicknes.

Surely he will deliuer thee from the snare of the hunter, and from the noysome pestilence.

Hee will couer thee vnder his winges, and thou shalt be sure vnder his feathers: his trueth shall be thy shielde and buckler.

Thou shalt not be afraide of the feare of the night, nor of the arrowe that flyeth by day:

Nor of the pestilence that walketh in the darkenesse: nor of the plague that destroyeth at noone day.

A thousand shall fall at thy side, and tenne thousand at thy right hand, but it shall not come neere thee.

A Psalme of David. My soule, prayse thou the Lord, and all that is within me, prayse his holy Name.

My soule, prayse thou the Lord, and forget not all his benefites.

Which forgiueth all thine iniquitie, and healeth all thine infirmities.

Fooles by reason of their transgression, and because of their iniquities are afflicted.