Psalm 38:8

Contemporary English Version (Anglicised) 2012

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

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Moaning and groaning are my food and drink,

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

Suffering has scorched my skin, and in the city council I stand and cry out,

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

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