A Psalm of David, to bring to remembrance.
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.
17 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.
1 A Psalme of Dauid for remembrance. O Lord, rebuke mee not in thine anger, neither chastise me in thy wrath. 2 For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me. 3 There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne. 4 For mine iniquities are gone ouer mine head, and as a weightie burden they are too heauie for me. 5 My woundes are putrified, and corrupt because of my foolishnes. 6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day. 7 For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh. 8 I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart. 9 Lord, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee. 10 Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne. 11 My louers and my friends stand aside from my plague, and my kinsmen stand a farre off. 12 They also, that seeke after my life, laye snares, and they that go about to do me euil, talke wicked things and imagine deceite continually. 13 But I as a deafe man heard not, and am as a dumme man, which openeth not his mouth. 14 Thus am I as a man, that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no reproofes. 15 For on thee, O Lord, do I waite: thou wilt heare me, my Lord, my God. 16 For I said, Heare me, least they reioyce ouer me: for when my foote slippeth, they extol themselues against me. 17 Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me. 18 When I declare my paine, and am sory for my sinne, 19 Then mine enemies are aliue and are mightie, and they that hate me wrongfully are many. 20 They also, that rewarde euill for good, are mine aduersaries, because I follow goodnesse. 21 Forsake me not, O Lord: be not thou farre from me, my God. 22 Haste thee to helpe mee, O my Lord, my saluation.