Psalm 38:6 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) I troubled am, and much bow'd down; all day I mourning go. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition I am bent and bowed down greatly; I go about mourning all the day long. American Standard Version (1901) I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long. Common English Bible I am hunched over, completely down; I wander around all day long, sad. Catholic Public Domain Version Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living. |
Because my life with grief is spent, my years with sighs and groans: My strength doth fail; and for my sin consumed are my bones.
Myself I did behave as he had been my friend or brother; I heavily bow'd down, as one that mourneth for his mother.
O why art thou cast down, my soul? why in me so dismay'd? Trust God, for I shall praise him yet, his count'nance is mine aid.
And I will say to God my rock, Why me forgett'st thou so? Why, for my foes' oppression, thus mourning do I go?
For thou the God art of my strength; why thrusts thou me thee fro'? For th' enemy's oppression why do I mourning go?
My soul's bow'd down; for they a net have laid, my steps to snare: Into the pit which they have digg'd for me, they fallen are.
I with my groaning weary am, I also all the night my bed Have caused for to swim; and I With tears my couch have watered.
By reason of affliction mine eye mourns dolefully: To thee, Lord, do I call, and stretch my hands continually.