Psalm 38:6

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

I am exhausted as I groan; all night long I drench my bed in tears; my tears saturate the cushion beneath me.

For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.

I will pray to God, my high ridge: "Why do you ignore me? Why must I walk around mourning because my enemies oppress me?"

For you are the God who shelters me. Why do you reject me? Why must I walk around mourning because my enemies oppress me?

My eyes grow weak because of oppression. I call out to you, O Lord, all day long; I spread out my hands in prayer to you.

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

Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp, I coo like a dove; my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky. O sovereign master, I am oppressed; help me!

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