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Psalm 38:3 - Easy To Read Version

You punished me.\par Now my whole body is sore.\par I sinned, \{and you punished me\}.\par So all my bones hurt.\par

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; Neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your indignation; neither is there any health or rest in my bones because of my sin.

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American Standard Version (1901)

There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

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Common English Bible

There’s nothing in my body that isn’t broken because of your rage; there’s no health in my bones because of my sin.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

I was silenced and humbled, and I was quiet before good things, and my sorrow was renewed.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things: and my sorrow was renewed.

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Psalm 38:3
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God All-Powerful’s arrows are in me.\par My spirit feels the poison\par from those arrows!\par God’s terrible weapons are lined up\par against me.\par


My life is passing away like smoke.\par My life is like a fire slowly burning out.\par


Because of my sadness, I am losing weight. {\cf2\super [537]} \par


God, you made life harder and harder on me, day and night.\par I became like a dry, dry land in the hot summertime.\par \i (SELAH {\cf2\super [199]})\i0 \par


Make me happy!\par Tell me how to be happy again.\par Let the bones you crushed be happy again!\par


Lord, be kind to me.\par I am sick and weak.\par Heal me!\par My bones are shaking.\par