Catholic Public Domain Version
"And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you. "
— Psalms 38:8, Catholic Public Domain Version
“I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.”
“I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart. ”
“I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.”
“I am numb with pain and severely battered; I groan loudly because of the anxiety I feel.”
“And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.”
“I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.”
“I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.”
I spoke with my tongue, “O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me.”
Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.
And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.
Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as a reproach to the foolish.
I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted.
Remove your scourges from me.