5 My wounds are foul and festering Because of my foolishness.
6 I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7 For my loins are full of inflammation, And there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am feeble and severely broken; I groan because of the turmoil of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before You; And my sighing is not hidden from You.
10 My heart pants, my strength fails me; As for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.
11 My loved ones and my friends stand aloof from my plague, And my relatives stand afar off.
12 Those also who seek my life lay snares for me; Those who seek my hurt speak of destruction, And plan deception all the day long.
13 But I, like a deaf man, do not hear; And I am like a mute who does not open his mouth.
14 Thus I am like a man who does not hear, And in whose mouth is no response.
15 For in You, O Lord, I hope; You will hear, O Lord my God.

Almeida Atualizada (Portuguese) AA

Salmos 38:5 As minhas chagas se tornam fétidas e purulentas, por causa da minha loucura.

English Standard Version ESV

Psalm 38:5 My wounds stink and fester because of my foolishness,

King James Version KJV

Nova Versão Internacional NVIP

Salmos 38:5 Minhas feridas cheiram mal e supurampor causa da minha insensatez.