Salmos 38

Surely man passeth as an image: yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up: and he knoweth not for whom he shall 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.