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Psalm 38:6 - Tree of Life Version

6 My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.

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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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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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.

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Psalm 38:6
13 Tagairtí Cros  

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


My flesh is clothed with maggots and clods of dirt; My skin is broken and festering.


Some became fools because of their rebellious ways, and were afflicted due to their iniquities.


Adonai upholds all who fall and raises up all who are bowed down.


Be gracious to me, Adonai, for I am in distress. My eyes waste away with grief, my soul and my body as well.


I went about mourning as though for my own friend or brother. I bowed down dressed in black as though for my own mother.


These things I remember as I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go along with the throng, walking with them to the House of God, with a voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a festival.


By day Adonai commands His love, and at night His song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life.


For You are my God, my stronghold. Why have You spurned me? Why do I go about gloomy because of the oppression of the enemy?


Be exalted, O God, above the heavens. Let Your glory be over all the earth!


For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?


You have put my companions far from me. You have made me repulsive to them. I am shut in and I cannot go out.


Like a swallow or a crane, I whisper, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary, looking upward. Adonai, I am oppressed, be my security!


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