A Psalm of David, to bring to remembrance.
1 LORD, in thy wrath rebuke me not:
nor in thy hot rage chasten me.
2 Because thine hand doth press me sore,
and in me thy shafts fastened be.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh
because thine anger I am in;
nor is there any rest within
my bones by reason of my sin.
4 Because that mine iniquities
ascended are above my head:
like as an heavy burden they
to heavy upon me are laid.
5 My wounds stink and corrupt they be
my foolishness doth make it so.
6 I troubled am; and much bow’d down;
all the day long I mourning go.
7 For with foul sores my loins are fill’d:
and in my flesh is no soundness.
8 I’m weak and broken sore: I roar’d
because of my heart’s restlessness.
9 All my desire’s before thee, Lord;
nor is my groaning hid from thee.
10 My heart doth pant, my strength me fails:
and mine eyesight is gone from me.
11 My friends and lovers from my sore
stand off; off stand my kinsmen eke.
12 And they lay snares that seek my life:
that seek my hurt they mischief speak,
and all day long imagine guile.
13 But, as one deaf, I did not hear;
and as a dumb man I became
as if his mouth not open were.
14 Thus was I as man that hears not,
and in whose mouth reproofs none were.
15 Because, O Lord, in thee I hope:
O Lord my God, thou wilt me hear.
16 For said I, lest or’e me they joy:
when my foot slips, they vaunt the more
17 themselves ‘gainst me. For I to halt
am near; my grief’s still me before.
18 For my transgression I’ll declare;
I for my sins will sorry be.
19 But yet my lively foes are strong:
who falsely hate me multiply.
20 Moreover they that do repay
evil instead of good to me;
because I follow what is good
to me they adversaries be.
21 Jehovah, do not me forsake:
my God, O do not far depart
22 from me. Make hast unto mine aid,
O Lord who my salvation art.