Chiasm
Psalm 38:6–12
Psalm 38:6–122 matched frames1 pivot
Read down to the center, where the pattern turns; then rise back out through its mirror.
- A 6-7 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.
- A' 11-12 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off. They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits ALL THE DAY LONG.