Psalm 38:6 - Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI)

⁶ I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning.

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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.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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

American Standard Version (1901)

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

Common English Bible

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

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.

Psalm 38:6 Krydshenvisninger

Job 30:28

I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

Job 7:5

My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.

Psalm 107:17

Some were sick through their sinful ways, and because of their iniquities suffered affliction;

Psalm 145:14

The Lord upholds all who are falling, and raises up all who are bowed down.

Psalm 31:10

For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my misery, and my bones waste away.

Psalm 35:14

as though I grieved for my friend or my brother; I went about as one who laments his mother, bowed down and in mourning.

Psalm 42:5

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help

Psalm 42:9

I say to God, my rock: “Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

Psalm 43:2

For thou art the God in whom I take refuge; why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Psalm 57:6

They set a net for my steps; my soul was bowed down. They dug a pit in my way, but they have fallen into it themselves. Selah

Psalm 6:6

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

Psalm 88:9

my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon thee, O Lord; I spread out my hands to thee.

Isaiah 38:14

Like a swallow or a crane I clamor, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be thou my security!