I go about in sunless gloom; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
Psalm 38:6 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021 I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all day long I go around mourning. More versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition I am bent and bowed down greatly; I go about mourning all the day long. American Standard Version (1901) I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long. Common English Bible I am hunched over, completely down; I wander around all day long, sad. Catholic Public Domain Version Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living. |
I go about in sunless gloom; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out again.
Some were sick through their sinful ways and because of their iniquities endured affliction;
The Lord upholds all who are falling and raises up all who are bowed down.
For my life is spent with sorrow and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my misery, and my bones waste away.
as though I grieved for a friend or a brother; I went about as one who laments for a mother, bowed down and in mourning.
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
I say to God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk about mournfully because the enemy oppresses me?”
For you are the God in whom I take refuge; why have you cast me off? Why must I walk about mournfully because of the oppression of the enemy?
They set a net for my steps; my soul was bowed down. They dug a pit in my path, but they have fallen into it themselves. Selah
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call on you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.
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 my security!