Psalm 38
A Psalm of David, for remembrance.
LORD, punish me not in your anger,
nor discipline me when enraged.
My anguish is fierce from your arrows that pierce,
and your heavy hand can't be assuaged.
Because of your wrath, I’m unhealthy;
my body’s unwell neath my skin:
from nerve pain, weak bones to sore joints causing groans —
it is all on account of my sin.
This stigma is too overwhelming;
my guilt is too heavy to bear.
The wounds that I've got are beginning to rot
all because of my sins they are there.
I'm troubled, bent over and prostrate;
I go about mourning all day.
My loins burn with pain and no soundness remains
in my body — I'm wasting away.
I'm numb and completely exhausted;
I groan from a heart broke in two.
You know my desire's before you, and dire;
and my groaning's not hidden from you.
My heart throbs and my strength is failing;
the light of my eyes has gone dark.
My ailment offends my own family and friends;
even loved ones stand further apart.
My enemies seek to ensnare me,
with traps for my utter defeat;
they wish me destroyed by the schemes they've employed,
that they thought of all day in deceit.
I'm deaf, like a man with no hearing;
I'm silent, as one who is mute.
A person, I fear, who cannot ever hear,
in whose mouth are no words to refute.
O LORD, I await you to answer;
you'll answer me, LORD, after all.
I prayed, Don't allow them to taunt me right now,
or rejoice when my feet slip and fall.
I'm now on the verge of collapsing;
my sorrow is constant and rife.
Confessing my guilt, I am constantly filled
with remorse for the sin in my life.
My enemies are so aggressive;
the reason they hate is unknown.
My good is repaid with their evil in trade,
since I always pursue good — alone.
Abandon me not, nor forsake me;
LORD God don't stand so far away.
Come quickly and be a great help, LORD, to me;
my salvation, O LORD, this I pray.
LORD, punish me not in your anger,
nor discipline me when enraged.
My anguish is fierce from your arrows that pierce,
and your heavy hand can't be assuaged.
Because of your wrath, I’m unhealthy;
my body’s unwell neath my skin:
from nerve pain, weak bones to sore joints causing groans —
it is all on account of my sin.
This stigma is too overwhelming;
my guilt is too heavy to bear.
The wounds that I've got are beginning to rot
all because of my sins they are there.
I'm troubled, bent over and prostrate;
I go about mourning all day.
My loins burn with pain and no soundness remains
in my body — I'm wasting away.
I'm numb and completely exhausted;
I groan from a heart broke in two.
You know my desire's before you, and dire;
and my groaning's not hidden from you.
My heart throbs and my strength is failing;
the light of my eyes has gone dark.
My ailment offends my own family and friends;
even loved ones stand further apart.
My enemies seek to ensnare me,
with traps for my utter defeat;
they wish me destroyed by the schemes they've employed,
that they thought of all day in deceit.
I'm deaf, like a man with no hearing;
I'm silent, as one who is mute.
A person, I fear, who cannot ever hear,
in whose mouth are no words to refute.
O LORD, I await you to answer;
you'll answer me, LORD, after all.
I prayed, Don't allow them to taunt me right now,
or rejoice when my feet slip and fall.
I'm now on the verge of collapsing;
my sorrow is constant and rife.
Confessing my guilt, I am constantly filled
with remorse for the sin in my life.
My enemies are so aggressive;
the reason they hate is unknown.
My good is repaid with their evil in trade,
since I always pursue good — alone.
Abandon me not, nor forsake me;
LORD God don't stand so far away.
Come quickly and be a great help, LORD, to me;
my salvation, O LORD, this I pray.
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