Psalm 38:6 - Modern English Version

⁶ I am bent down, I am bowed down greatly; I go around 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 went mourning without the sun; I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

Job 7:5

My flesh is covered with worms and caked with dirt; my skin is broken, and has become loathsome.

Psalm 107:17

Fools, because of their transgressions, and because of their iniquities, were afflicted.

Psalm 145:14

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

Psalm 31:10

For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones waste away.

Psalm 35:14

I paced about as though he were my friend or brother; I bowed down lamenting, as one who mourns for his mother.

Psalm 42:5

Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him for the help of His presence.

Psalm 42:9

I will say to 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 refuge; why have You cast me off? Why do I walk about 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 have dug a pit before me, but they have fallen into it themselves.   Selah

Psalm 6:6

I am weary with my groaning; all night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

Psalm 88:9

my eyes grow dim from affliction. Lord, I have called daily upon You; I have stretched out my hands to You.

Isaiah 38:14

Like a crane or a swallow, so I twitter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look wistfully upward. O  Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.