Psalm 38:8

Contemporary English Version Interconfessional Edition

I am worn out and weak, moaning and in distress.

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Before I confessed my sins, my bones felt limp, and I groaned all day long.

Moaning and groaning are my food and drink,

My days are dark and gloomy and in the city council I stand and cry out,

We growl like bears and mourn like doves. We hope for justice and victory, but they escape us.

My stomach is tied in knots; pain is my daily companion.