Psalm 38:6 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

⁶ I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

⁶ I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

⁶ I am bent and bowed down greatly; I go about mourning all the day long.

American Standard Version (1901)

⁶ I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

Common English Bible

⁶ I am hunched over, completely down; I wander around all day long, sad.

Catholic Public Domain Version

⁶ Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.

Psalm 38:6 Tagairtí Cros

Job 30:28

I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

Job 7:5

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

Psalm 107:17

Fools are afflicted because of their disobedience, and because of their iniquities.

Psalm 145:14

The LORD upholds all who fall, and raises up all those who are bowed down.

Psalm 31:10

For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

Psalm 35:14

I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.

Psalm 42:5

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.

Psalm 42:9

I will ask God, my rock, *Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?*

Psalm 43:2

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?

Psalm 57:6

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.

Psalm 6:6

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

Psalm 88:9

My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.

Isaiah 38:14

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.*