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Psalm 38:5 - New Revised Standard Version

5 My wounds grow foul and fester because of my foolishness;

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 My wounds stink and are corrupt Because of my foolishness.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 My wounds are loathsome and corrupt because of my foolishness.

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 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

5 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  

and said, “O my God, I am too ashamed and embarrassed to lift my face to you, my God, for our iniquities have risen higher than our heads, and our guilt has mounted up to the heavens.


While I kept silence, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long.


For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh.


Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me; O Lord, make haste to help me.


Happy are those whom you choose and bring near to live in your courts. We shall be satisfied with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.


O God, you know my folly; the wrongs I have done are not hidden from you.


Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then has the health of my poor people not been restored?


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