Ps.38.1

Take a deep breath, GOD; calm down--don't be so hasty with your punishing rod.

Ps.38.1

O LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your wrath.

Ps.38.1

O LORD, do not rebuke me in Your wrath, Nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure!

Ps.38.1

O LORD, don't rebuke me in your anger! Don't discipline me in your rage!

Ps.38.2

Your sharp-pointed arrows of rebuke draw blood; my backside smarts from your caning.

Ps.38.2

For your arrows have pierced me, and your hand has come down upon me.

Ps.38.2

For Your arrows pierce me deeply, And Your hand presses me down.

Ps.38.2

Your arrows have struck deep, and your blows are crushing me.

Ps.38.3

I've lost twenty pounds in two months because of your accusation. My bones are brittle as dry sticks because of my sin.

Ps.38.3

Because of your wrath there is no health in my body; my bones have no soundness because of my sin.

Ps.38.3

There is no soundness in my flesh Because of Your anger, Nor any health in my bones Because of my sin.

Ps.38.3

Because of your anger, my whole body is sick; my health is broken because of my sins.

Ps.38.4

I'm swamped by my bad behavior, collapsed under gunnysacks of guilt.

Ps.38.4

My guilt has overwhelmed me like a burden too heavy to bear.

Ps.38.4

For my iniquities have gone over my head; Like a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

Ps.38.4

My guilt overwhelms me--it is a burden too heavy to bear.

Ps.38.5

The cuts in my flesh stink and grow maggots because I've lived so badly.

Ps.38.5

My wounds fester and are loathsome because of my sinful folly.

Ps.38.5

My wounds are foul and festering Because of my foolishness.

Ps.38.5

My wounds fester and stink because of my foolish sins.

Ps.38.6

And now I'm flat on my face feeling sorry for myself morning to night.

Ps.38.6

I am bowed down and brought very low; all day long I go about mourning.

Ps.38.6

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

Ps.38.6

I am bent over and racked with pain. My days are filled with grief.

Ps.38.7

All my insides are on fire, my body is a wreck.

Ps.38.7

My back is filled with searing pain; there is no health in my body.

Ps.38.7

For my loins are full of inflammation, And there is no soundness in my flesh.

Ps.38.7

A raging fever burns within me, and my health is broken.

Ps.38.8

I'm on my last legs; I've had it--my life is a vomit of groans.

Ps.38.8

I am feeble and utterly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart.

Ps.38.8

I am feeble and severely broken; I groan because of the turmoil of my heart.

Ps.38.8

I am exhausted and completely crushed. My groans come from an anguished heart.

Ps.38.9

Lord, my longings are sitting in plain sight, my groans an old story to you.

Ps.38.9

All my longings lie open before you, O Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you.

Ps.38.9

Lord, all my desire is before You; And my sighing is not hidden from You.

Ps.38.9

You know what I long for, Lord; you hear my every sigh.

Ps.38.10

My heart's about to break; I'm a burned-out case. Cataracts blind me to God and good;

Ps.38.10

My heart pounds, my strength fails me; even the light has gone from my eyes.

Ps.38.10

My heart pants, my strength fails me; As for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.

Ps.38.10

My heart beats wildly, my strength fails, and I am going blind.

Ps.38.11

old friends avoid me like the plague. My cousins never visit, my neighbors stab me in the back.

Ps.38.11

My friends and companions avoid me because of my wounds; my neighbors stay far away.

Ps.38.11

My loved ones and my friends stand aloof from my plague, And my relatives stand afar off.

Ps.38.11

My loved ones and friends stay away, fearing my disease. Even my own family stands at a distance.