Psalm 38:6 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

⁶ I troubled am, and much bow'd down; all day I mourning go.

More versions

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.

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

⁶ Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.

Psalm 38:6 Cross References

Psalm 107:17

Fools, for their sin, and their offence, do sore affliction bear;

Psalm 145:14

God raiseth all that are bow'd down, upholdeth all that fall.

Psalm 31:10

Because my life with grief is spent, my years with sighs and groans: My strength doth fail; and for my sin consumed are my bones.

Psalm 35:14

Myself I did behave as he had been my friend or brother; I heavily bow'd down, as one that mourneth for his mother.

Psalm 42:5

O why art thou cast down, my soul? why in me so dismay'd? Trust God, for I shall praise him yet, his count'nance is mine aid.

Psalm 42:9

And I will say to God my rock, Why me forgett'st thou so? Why, for my foes' oppression, thus mourning do I go?

Psalm 43:2

For thou the God art of my strength; why thrusts thou me thee fro'? For th' enemy's oppression why do I mourning go?

Psalm 57:6

My soul's bow'd down; for they a net have laid, my steps to snare: Into the pit which they have digg'd for me, they fallen are.

Psalm 6:6

I with my groaning weary am, I also all the night my bed Have caused for to swim; and I With tears my couch have watered.

Psalm 88:9

By reason of affliction mine eye mourns dolefully: To thee, Lord, do I call, and stretch my hands continually.