David sorrows for his sins —
They rest as a disease upon him —
He asks the Lord to be compassionate.
1
O LORD, rebuke me not in thy wrath:
neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
2
For thine arrows stick fast in me,
and thy hand presseth me sore.
3
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger;
neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
4
For mine iniquities are gone over mine head:
as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
5
My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
6
I am troubled;
I am bowed down greatly;
I go mourning all the day long.
7
For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease:
and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8
I am feeble and sore broken:
I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9
Lord, all my desire is before thee;
and my groaning is not hid from thee.
10
My heart panteth, my strength faileth me:
as for the light of mine eyes,
it also is gone from me.
11
My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore;
and my kinsmen stand afar off.
12
They also that seek after my life lay snares for me:
and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things,
and imagine deceits all the day long.
13
But I, as a deaf man, heard not;
and I was as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth.
14
Thus I was as a man that heareth not,
and in whose mouth are no reproofs.
15
For in thee, O LORD, do I hope:
thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.
16
For I said, Hear me,
lest otherwise they should rejoice over me:
when my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me.
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For I am ready to halt,
and my sorrow is continually before me.
18
For I will declare mine iniquity;
I will be sorry for my sin.
19
But mine enemies are lively, and they are strong:
and they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied.
20
They also that render evil for good are mine adversaries;
because I follow the thing that good is.
21
Forsake me not, O LORD:
O my God, be not far from me.
22
Make haste to help me, O Lord my salvation.
