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Psalm 38:5 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

My wounds do stink, and are corrupt; my folly makes it so.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

My wounds stink and are corrupt Because of my foolishness.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

My wounds are loathsome and corrupt because of my foolishness.

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American Standard Version (1901)

My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.

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Common English Bible

My wounds reek; they are all infected because of my stupidity.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

I spoke with my tongue, "O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me."

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

I spoke with my tongue: O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days: that I may know what is wanting to me.

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Psalm 38:5
8 Tagairtí Cros  

When as I did refrain my speech, and silent was my tongue, My bones then waxed old, because I roared all day long.


For a disease that loathsome is so fills my loins with pain, That in my weak and weary flesh no soundness doth remain.


Be pleased, Lord, to rescue me; Lord, hasten to mine aid.


Bless'd is the man whom thou dost chuse, and mak'st approach to thee, That he within thy courts, O Lord, may still a dweller be: We surely shall be satisfy'd with thy abundant grace, And with the goodness of thy house, ev'n of thy holy place.


Lord, thou my folly know'st, my sins not cover'd are from thee.