Psalm 38:6

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

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"

For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.

I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security."

I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.