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Psalm 38:6 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

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

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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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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.

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Psalm 38:6
13 Cross References  

I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.


My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up and breaketh out afresh.


Fools because of their transgression, And because of their iniquities, are afflicted.


The LORD upholdeth all that fall, And raiseth up all those that be bowed down.


For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are wasted away.


I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother: I bowed down mourning, as one that bewaileth his mother.


Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him For the health of his countenance.


I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?


For thou art the God of my strength; why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?


They have prepared a net for my steps; Thy soul is bowed down: They have digged a pit before me; They are fallen into the midst thereof themselves. Selah


I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.


Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O LORD, I have spread forth my hands unto thee.


Like a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter; I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward; O LORD, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.


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