Psalms 38:5
Stunk -- become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.
Stunk -- become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.
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2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
3Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
4For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
5O God, Thou -- Thou hast known Concerning my overturn, And my desolations from Thee have not been hid.
8From all my transgressions deliver me, A reproach of the fool make me not.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
18For mine iniquity I declare, I am sorry for my sin.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
22And I am brutish, and do not know. A beast I have been with Thee.
5Wherefore are ye stricken any more? Ye do add apostacy! Every head is become diseased, and every heart `is' sick.
6From the sole of the foot -- unto the head, There is no soundness in it, Wound, and bruise, and fresh smiting! They have not been closed nor bound, Nor have they softened with ointment.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
6Against my right do I lie? Mortal `is' mine arrow -- without transgression.'
4I -- I said, `O Jehovah, favour me, Heal my soul, for I did sin against Thee,'
18Why hath my pain been perpetual? And my wound incurable? It hath refused to be healed, Thou art surely to me as a failing stream, Waters not stedfast.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
17Fools, by means of their transgression, And by their iniquities, afflict themselves.
20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
22For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
3For my transgressions I do know, And my sin `is' before me continually.
11My lovers and my friends over-against my plague stand. And my neighbours afar off have stood.
12And those seeking my soul lay a snare, And those seeking my evil Have spoken mischievous things, And they do deceits meditate all the day.
12For compassed me have evils innumerable, Overtaken me have mine iniquities, And I have not been able to see; They have been more than the hairs of my head, And my heart hath forsaken me.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
17Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins.
22Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many `are' my sighs, and my heart `is' sick!
15All the day my confusion `is' before me, And the shame of my face hath covered me.
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
18By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
14As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
2Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
18See mine affliction and my misery, And bear with all my sins.
15-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
8and David saith unto God, `I have sinned exceedingly, in that I have done this thing; and now, cause to pass away, I pray Thee, the iniquity of Thy servant, for I have acted very foolishly.'
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
2As nothing, have my steps slipped, For I have been envious of the boastful,
18Thy way and thy doings have done these to thee, This `is' thy vexation, for `it is' bitter, For it hath struck unto thy heart.
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
5My sin I cause Thee to know, And mine iniquity I have not covered. I have said, `I confess concerning My transgressions to Jehovah,' And Thou -- Thou hast taken away, The iniquity of my sin. Selah.