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Psalm 38:6 - Tree of Life Version

6 My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 I am bent and bowed down greatly; I go about mourning all the day long.

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

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Common English Bible

6 I am hunched over, completely down; I wander around all day long, sad.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.

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Psalm 38:6
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I walk about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand in the assembly and cry for help.


I went about mourning as though for my own friend or brother. I bowed down dressed in black as though for my own mother.


By day Adonai commands His love, and at night His song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life.


For You are my God, my stronghold. Why have You spurned me? Why do I go about gloomy because of the oppression of the enemy?


These things I remember as I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go along with the throng, walking with them to the House of God, with a voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a festival.


Adonai upholds all who fall and raises up all who are bowed down.


You have put my companions far from me. You have made me repulsive to them. I am shut in and I cannot go out.


Be exalted, O God, above the heavens. Let Your glory be over all the earth!


Be gracious to me, Adonai, for I am in distress. My eyes waste away with grief, my soul and my body as well.


For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?


Like a swallow or a crane, I whisper, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary, looking upward. Adonai, I am oppressed, be my security!


My flesh is clothed with maggots and clods of dirt; My skin is broken and festering.


Some became fools because of their rebellious ways, and were afflicted due to their iniquities.


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