I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
I am bent and bowed down greatly; I go about mourning all the day long.
I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
I am hunched over, completely down; I wander around all day long, sad.
Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
Fools are afflicted because of their disobedience, and because of their iniquities.
The LORD upholds all who fall, and raises up all those who are bowed down.
For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.
Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
I will ask God, my rock, *Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?*
For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into the midst of it themselves. Selah.
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.
I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.*