Psalm 38.

 1  In thy great indignation,
       O Lord, rebuke me not;
    Nor on me lay thy chast'ning hand,
       in thy displeasure hot.

 2  For in me fast thine arrows stick,
       thine hand doth press me sore:
 3  And in my flesh there is no health,
       nor soundness any more.

    This grief I have, because thy wrath
       is forth against me gone;
    And in my bones there is no rest,
       for sin that I have done.

 4  Because gone up above mine head
       my great transgressions be;
    And, as a weighty burden, they
       too heavy are for me.

 5  My wounds do stink, and are corrupt;
       my folly makes it so.
 6  I troubled am, and much bowed down;
       all day I mourning go.

 7  For a disease that loathsome is
       so fills my loins with pain,
    That in my weak and weary flesh
       no soundness doth remain.

 8  So feeble and infirm am I,
       and broken am so sore,
    That, through disquiet of my heart,
       I have been made to roar.

 9  O Lord, all that I do desire
       is still before thine eye;
    And of my heart the secret groans
       not hidden are from thee.

10  My heart doth pant incessantly,
       my strength doth quite decay;
    As for mine eyes, their wonted light
       is from me gone away.

11  My lovers and my friends do stand
       at distance from my sore;
    And those do stand aloof that were
       kinsmen and kind before.

12  Yea, they that seek my life lay snares:
       who seek to do me wrong
    Speak things mischievous, and deceits
       imagine all day long.

13  But, as one deaf, that heareth not,
       I suffered all to pass;
    I as a dumb man did become,
       whose mouth not opened was:

14  As one that hears not, in whose mouth
       are no reproofs at all.
15  For, Lord, I hope in thee; my God,
       thou'lt hear me when I call.

16  For I said, Hear me, lest they should
       rejoice o'er me with pride;
    And o'er me magnify themselves,
       when as my foot doth slide.

17  For I am near to halt, my grief
       is still before mine eye:
18  For I'll declare my sin, and grieve
       for mine iniquity.

19  But yet mine en'mies lively are,
       and strong are they beside;
    And they that hate me wrongfully
       are greatly multiplied.

20  And they for good that render ill,
       as en'mies me withstood;
    Yea, ev'n for this, because that I
       do follow what is good.

21  Forsake me not, O Lord; my God,
       far from me never be.
22  O Lord, thou my salvation art,
       haste to give help to me.



 

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