Surely he has borne our sickness and carried our suffering; yet we considered him plagued, struck by God, and afflicted.

When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

Is any among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the assembly, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord; and the prayer of faith will heal him who is sick, and the Lord will raise him up. If he has committed sins, he will be forgiven.

A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

Beloved, I pray that you may prosper in all things and be healthy, even as your soul prospers.

You shall serve Yahweh your God, and he will bless your bread and your water, and I will take sickness away from among you.