Psalm 38:6

I am bent over and brought low;
all day long I go around in mourning.

I walk about blackened, but not by the sun.
I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.

I went about grieving as if for my friend or brother;
I was bowed down with grief,
like one mourning a mother.

I will say to God, my rock,
“Why have You forgotten me?
Why must I go about in sorrow
because of the enemy’s oppression?”

Why am I so depressed?
Why this turmoil within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will still praise Him,
my Savior and my God.

For You are the God of my refuge.
Why have You rejected me?
Why must I go about in sorrow
because of the enemy’s oppression?

I am weary from my groaning;
with my tears I dampen my pillow
and drench my bed every night.

Indeed, my life is consumed with grief
and my years with groaning;
my strength has failed
because of my sinfulness,
and my bones waste away.

They prepared a net for my steps;
I was despondent.
They dug a pit ahead of me,
but they fell into it!Selah

My eyes are worn out from crying.
Lord, I cry out to You all day long;
I spread out my hands to You.

The Lord helps all who fall;
He raises up all who are oppressed.

I chirp like a swallow or a crane;
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.

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I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

I am weary from my groaning;
with my tears I dampen my pillow
and drench my bed every night.

Indeed, my life is consumed with grief
and my years with groaning;
my strength has failed
because of my sinfulness,
and my bones waste away.

I will say to God, my rock,
“Why have You forgotten me?
Why must I go about in sorrow
because of the enemy’s oppression?”

For You are the God of my refuge.
Why have You rejected me?
Why must I go about in sorrow
because of the enemy’s oppression?

My eyes are worn out from crying.
Lord, I cry out to You all day long;
I spread out my hands to You.

I walk about blackened, but not by the sun.
I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.

I chirp like a swallow or a crane;
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.

I walk about blackened, but not by the sun.
I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.