Psalm 38:6

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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