Psalm 38

ME Lord in wrath do not controul
Nor scourge in fury fierce:
Thy heavie hand sinks down my soul,
Thine arrowes deeply pierce.
My flesh no soundnesse hath within,
Because thou art displeas'd:
My bones, by reason of my sin,
By no means can be eas'd.
The load of mine iniquities
Which o'r my head doth roul,
Even as a heavie burthen lies,
Too heavie for my soul.
Because my foolishness was such
My wounds corrupted stink:
I am bow'd down exceeding much
And under troubles sink.
I all the day lament afresh,
Fill'd with a loath'd disease,
That leaves no soundness in my flesh,
And on my loyns doth seize.
Feeble I am, and broken sore,
Disquietness doth grinde
My wofull heart, and makes me rore,
LORD, thou know'st all my minde;
My groaning is not hid from thee,
My grieved heart doth pant:
My strength and ey-sight faileth me,
My eyes their light do want.
My lovers, friends, and all my kin,
Far from my sore retire:
And they lay snares to take me in,
Who 'gainst my life conspire.
And they that seek to do me wrong
Do speak mischievous things:
And base deceits, ev'n all day long,
Are their imaginings.

2. Part.
AS deaf I heard not, and as dumb
My lips I never stirr'd:
Thus like a man did I become
That doth not hear a word.
And in whose mouth is no reproof
But LORD in thee I trust:
Thou hear'st me to my souls behoof,
O Lord my God most just.
For hear me ô my Lord, said I,
Lest their insulting pride
Should them against me magnifie,
My foot being slipt aside.
Before me still my sorrows are,
Ready I am to halt:
For my transgressions I'l declare,
with sorrow for my fault.
But still how lively foes have I?
And they are strong beside:
And they that hate me wrongfully
Are greatly multipli'd.
They are mine adversaries too
That good with ill repay:
Because I carefully pursue
A good and godly way.
O Lord my God forsake me not,
Far from me never be:
My Saviour ô defer no jot,
But haste to succour me.