Psalm 38:5

The Message

The cuts in my flesh stink and grow maggots because I’ve lived so badly. And now I’m flat on my face feeling sorry for myself morning to night. All my insides are on fire, my body is a wreck. I’m on my last legs; I’ve had it— my life is a vomit of groans.

Cross References

Psalm 32:3

When I kept it all inside, my bones turned to powder, my words became daylong groans.

Psalm 40:13

Soften up, God, and intervene; hurry and get me some help, So those who are trying to kidnap my soul will be embarrassed and lose face, So anyone who gets a kick out of making me miserable will be heckled and disgraced, So those who pray for my ruin will be booed and jeered without mercy.

Psalm 69:5

God, you know every sin I’ve committed; My life’s a wide-open book before you.