Psalm 32

A Maskil of David.

How blest is the man who's forgiven transgressions,
whose sins have been covered from sight;
his guilt unremembered because of confessions,
whose spirit is grieved and contrite.

When I remained silent, my bones felt much older
from groaning till day was complete.
I constantly felt your hand weigh on my shoulder;
my strength sapped like summertime heat.

I finally confessed all the sins I kept hidden,​
and said, LORD, where do I begin?
My wrongs were admitted, and I was forgiven,
and cleansed from the guilt of my sin.

Let prayers of the faithful reach you in their moment
when drowning, unable to cope.
​You hide and preserve me when troubled times foment;
surround me with anthems of hope.

I'll teach you and guide you and give you direction;
instruct and advise, the LORD said.
Don't mimic the horse or the mule's intellection,
with bridle and bit are they led.

​The wicked will suffer much sorrow and mayhem;
the LORD loves those giving him trust.
Be glad in Jehovah, all you who obey him!
Shout joy, everyone who is just!