Psalms 38:5. My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
He got to be so bad that he could not bear himself. His sorrow on account of his folly had made him feel as if he was a corrupt being, like one suffering with a foul cancer, unfitted for the company of his fellows: "My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness." As I read that verse, it brings up memories of my own state of mind before I found the Saviour. Look at the title of the Psalm: "To bring to remembrance." That is just what it has done with me; perhaps it is doing the same with some of you.
Psalms 38:5. My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
He got to be so bad that he could not bear himself. His sorrow on account of his folly had made him feel as if he was a corrupt being, like one suffering with a foul cancer, unfitted for the company of his fellows: "My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness." As I read that verse, it brings up memories of my own state of mind before I found the Saviour. Look at the title of the Psalm: "To bring to remembrance." That is just what it has done with me; perhaps it is doing the same with some of you.