Psalm 38:8 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

So feeble and infirm am I, and broken am so sore, That, through disquiet of my heart, I have been made to roar.

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I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

I am faint and sorely bruised [deadly cold and quite worn out]; I groan by reason of the disquiet and moaning of my heart.

I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

I’m worn out, completely crushed; I groan because of my miserable heart.

And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.

And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.

When as I did refrain my speech, and silent was my tongue, My bones then waxed old, because I roared all day long.