Salmos 38

So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.

Porque mis lomos están llenos de irritación, y no hay sanidad en mi carne.

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

For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.