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Psalms 38:6
I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

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Psalms 38:5
My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.

Job 2:7
So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

Job 2:8
And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes.

Isaiah 1:6
From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.

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Psalms 42:9
I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Psalms 35:14
I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.

Psalms 43:2
For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Job 30:28
I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

Psalms 42:5
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

Psalms 145:14
The LORD upholdeth all that fall, and raiseth up all those that be bowed down.

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Psalms 32:3
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

Psalms 32:4
For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

Psalms 6:6
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

Psalms 6:2
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

Psalms 6:3
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?

Psalms 31:10
For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.

Psalms 77:2
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.

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Isaiah 53:3
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

Isaiah 53:4
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

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