אָנַשׁ

And Nathan departed unto his house. And the LORD struck the child that Uriah's wife bare unto David, and it was very sick.

In the day shalt thou make thy plant to grow, and in the morning shalt thou make thy seed to flourish: but the harvest shall be a heap in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?

The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?

As for me, I have not hastened from being a pastor to follow thee: neither have I desired the woeful day; thou knowest: that which came out of my lips was right before thee.

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

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.

Should I lie against my right? my wound is incurable without transgression.

For her wound is incurable; for it is come unto Judah; he is come unto the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.