Psalm 38:6 - New International Version (Anglicised)

⁶ I am bowed down and brought very low; all day long I go about mourning.

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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 about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.

Job 7:5

My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.

Psalm 107:17

Some became fools through their rebellious ways and suffered affliction because of their iniquities.

Psalm 145:14

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

Psalm 31:10

My life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak.

Psalm 35:14

I went about mourning as though for my friend or brother. I bowed my head in grief as though weeping for my mother.

Psalm 42:5

Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Saviour and my God.

Psalm 42:9

I say to God my Rock, ‘Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?’

Psalm 43:2

You are God my stronghold. Why have you rejected me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?

Psalm 57:6

They spread a net for my feet – I was bowed down in distress. They dug a pit in my path – but they have fallen into it themselves.

Psalm 6:6

I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.

Psalm 88:9

my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you.

Isaiah 38:14

I cried like a swift or thrush, I moaned like a mourning dove. My eyes grew weak as I looked to the heavens. I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!’