Psalms 38:6
I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
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7For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.
8I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee.
10My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
17For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.
18For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin.
20Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
21They have heard that I sigh; there is none to comfort me; all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it: Thou wilt bring the day that thou hast proclaimed, and they shall be like unto me.
2For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.
3There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
4For mine iniquities are gone over my head: As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
5My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.
27My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
28I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
14For all the day long have I been plagued, And chastened every morning.
9Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
14Like a swallow [or] a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail [with looking] upward: O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.
15What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
6I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
22For I am poor and needy, And my heart is wounded within me.
14I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
18By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
3For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.
4I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit; I am as a man that hath no help,
2Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
3My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
14I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother: I bowed down mourning, as one that bewaileth his mother.
4My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
15I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
14I am become a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
13From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
1I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
2Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
9Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah; I have spread forth my hands unto thee.
21For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
3The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
20My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is bowed down within me.
20Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: And I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.
3Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.
6But I am a worm, and no man; A reproach of men, and despised of the people.