Psalm XXXVIII

In thy unsufferable wrath,
O [gracious] Lord rebuke me not:
O chasten not this sinful wretch
In thy [deserved] displeasure hot.

Thine arrows sharp stick fast in me,
And me thy hand doth [sorely] press:

Because of thy deserved wrath,
My flesh hath no [health and] soundness.
My pained bones have little rest,
For [the great] sins that I have done:

My manifold iniquities
Over my [guilty] head are gone.
They as a weighty burden be
Too heavy for [my soul] to bear:

And for my foolishness my wounds
[And sores] stink and corrupted are.

Trouble doth greatly bow me down;
All [the] day [long] I mourning go.

My loyns with loathsome sores are fill'd,
My flesh no [ease or] health doth know.

I so infirm and feeble am,
Cast down and broken [very] sore;
That in disquietness of heart
I have been put to [groan and] roar.

Lord, all my wants and my desires
Are [ever] open unto thee;
None of my groans and bitter moans
[To thee] unknown and hidden be.

My troubled fainting heart doth pant,
My [failing] strength doth much decay;
As for my weakened eyes, their sight
Is almost [from me] gone away.

My (grieved and my changed) friends
And lovers stand [from me] aloof;
And from my painful stroke and sore
My [oblig'd] kinsmen stand far off.

And they that seek my hurt and life,
Cease not their [cruel] snares to lay;
False and mischievous things they speak,
And plot [their vile] deceits all day.

But I was as a man that's deaf,
And none of this [reproach] did hear;
And as a dumb man silent was,
And their false [cruel] speeches bear.

I was as one that heareth not,
That could [to them] no answer make:

For in thee, Lord, I hope, and thou
Wilt [hear and] answer undertake.

I said, hear, lest they over me
Should triumph [prospering] in their pride,
And against me lift up themselves,
When overwhelm'd I [fall or] slide.

For I am in a halting case,
Through grief which I am [always] in:

I'le mine iniquity declare,
As [truly] sorry for my sin.

But still mine enemies do live,
They prosper, and are [great and] strong;
And they are multiplyed much
Who hate [and hurt] me to my wrong.

And they that render ill for good,
[Daily] as enemies me use,
(Not that I wrong them, but) because
The thing that's good I [do and] choose.

Forsake me not, O gracious Lord,
[My God] O be not far from me.

Lord, to my needful help make hast,
[For my] salvation is of thee.