Psalms 38:6
I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
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7 For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
18 For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin.
20 Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
21 They 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 called, and they shall be like unto me.
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
4 For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
5 My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
14 For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
14 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
15 What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
4 I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
14 I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
14 I was a derision to all my people; and their song all the day.
13 From above 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.
1 I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
2 Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
9 Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
21 Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
3 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
20 My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
20 Reproach 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.
3 Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand against me all the day.
6 But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.