Psalms 38:8
“I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.”
I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
Cross-References
“When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.”
“My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?”
“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?”
“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?”
“We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.”