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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 fasten’d 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 too 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 o’er 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 haste unto mine aid, O Lord, who my salvation art.