Psalms 38:6
I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
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7For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
8I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
18I will make clear my wrongdoing, with sorrow in my heart for my sin.
20See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
21Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.
2For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.
3My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
4For my crimes have gone over my head; they are like a great weight which is more than my strength.
5My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.
27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
14For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
14I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
15What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
6The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
19Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.
22For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
14I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
3For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
4I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
2Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
3My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
14My behaviour was as if it had been my friend or my brother: I was bent low in grief like one whose mother is dead.
4My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
3When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
15I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
14I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.
13From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
1I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
2Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
9My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
3The nets of death were round me, and the pains of the underworld had me in their grip; I was full of trouble and sorrow.
20My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.
20My heart is broken by bitter words, I am full of grief; I made a search for some to have pity on me, but there was no one; I had no comforter.
3Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
6But I am a worm and not a man; cursed by men, and looked down on by the people.