Psalm 38:6

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

The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.

My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.

I will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?

You are the God of my strength; why have you put me from you? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?

My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.

I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.

I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.

I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.