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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7 For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
18 I will make clear my wrongdoing, with sorrow in my heart for my sin.
20 See, 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.
21 Give 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.
2 For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.
3 My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
4 For my crimes have gone over my head; they are like a great weight which is more than my strength.
5 My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.
27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
14 For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10 My 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.
14 I 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.
15 What 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.
6 The 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.
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
19 Sorrow 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.
22 For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
14 I 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.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
3 For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
4 I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
14 My behaviour was as if it had been my friend or my brother: I was bent low in grief like one whose mother is dead.
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
15 I 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.
14 I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.
13 From 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.
1 I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
2 Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
9 My 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.
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
3 The nets of death were round me, and the pains of the underworld had me in their grip; I was full of trouble and sorrow.
20 My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.
20 My 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.
3 Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
6 But I am a worm and not a man; cursed by men, and looked down on by the people.