I am poured out like water,\par\tab And all my bones are out of joint:\par\tab My heart is like wax;\par\tab It is melted within me.
Psalm 6:3 - American Standard Version 2015 My soul also is sore troubled:\par\tab And thou, O Jehovah, how long? Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 My soul is also sore vexed: But thou, O LORD, how long? Amplified Bible - Classic Edition My [inner] self [as well as my body] is also exceedingly disturbed and troubled. But You, O Lord, how long [until You return and speak peace to me]? American Standard Version (1901) My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long? Common English Bible My whole body is completely terrified! But you, LORD! How long will this last? Catholic Public Domain Version Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am weak. Heal me, Lord, for my bones have become disturbed, Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled. |
I am poured out like water,\par\tab And all my bones are out of joint:\par\tab My heart is like wax;\par\tab It is melted within me.
I am faint and sore bruised:\par\tab I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul?\par\tab And why art thou disquieted within me?\par\tab Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him,\par\tab {\i Who is} the help of my countenance, and my God.\par
Why art thou cast down, O my soul?\par\tab And {\i why} art thou disquieted within me?\par\tab Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him\par\tab {\i For} the help of his countenance.\par
Will the Lord cast off for ever?\par\tab And will he be favorable no more?
That I may show forth all thy praise.\par\tab In the gates of the daughter of Zion I will rejoice in thy salvation.
Return, O Jehovah; how long?\par\tab And let it repent thee concerning thy servants.
The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity;\par\tab But a broken spirit who can bear?
Heal me, O Jehovah, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.
Then saith he unto them, {\cf6 My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: abide ye here, and watch with me.}
And shall not God avenge his elect, that cry to him day and night, and {\i yet} he is longsuffering over them?
Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour. But for this cause came I unto this hour.