Psalms 38:6
I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
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7For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
9Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
18When I declare my paine, and am sory for my sinne,
20Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
21They haue heard that I mourne, but there is none to comfort mee: all mine enemies haue heard of my trouble, and are glad, that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day, that thou hast pronounced, and they shalbe like vnto me.
2For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
3There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne.
4For mine iniquities are gone ouer mine head, and as a weightie burden they are too heauie for me.
5My woundes are putrified, and corrupt because of my foolishnes.
27My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
28I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
14For dayly haue I bene punished, and chastened euery morning.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
14Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourne as a doue: mine eies were lift vp on high: O Lord, it hath oppressed me, comfort me.
15What shall I say? for he hath said it to me, and he hath done it: I shall walke weakely all my yeeres in the bitternesse of my soule.
6I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
19Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
22Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.
14I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
18For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
3For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
4I am counted among them that go downe vnto the pit, and am as a man without strength:
2Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
14I behaued my selfe as to my friend, or as to my brother: I humbled my selfe, mourning as one that bewaileth his mother.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
3When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
15I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrours, doubting of my life.
14I was a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
13From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
1I am the man, that hath seene affliction in the rod of his indignation.
2Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
9Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lorde, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
3When the snares of death copassed me, and the griefes of the graue caught me: when I founde trouble and sorowe.
20My soule hath them in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
20Rebuke hath broken mine heart, and I am full of heauinesse, and I looked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none: and for comforters, but I found none.
3Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.
6But I am a worme, and not a man: a shame of men, and the contempt of the people.