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Psalm 38:6 - 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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

6 Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.

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English Standard Version 2016

6 I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning.

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Psalm 38:6
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I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.


My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin is broken, and become loathsome.


Fools because of their transgression, And because of their iniquities, are afflicted.


The LORD upholdeth all that fall, And raiseth up all those that be bowed down.


For my life is spent with grief, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are consumed.


I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.


Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted in me? Hope thou in God: For I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance.


I will say unto God my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?


For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?


They have prepared a net for my steps; My soul is bowed down: They have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.


I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.


Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.


Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.


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