Psalms 38

Prayer of a suffering penitent.

For thine arrows stick fast in me,

There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation;

For mine iniquities are gone over my head:

My wounds are loathsome and corrupt,

I am pained and bowed down greatly;

For my loins are filled with burning;

I am faint and sore bruised:

Lord, all my desire is before thee;

My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me:

My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague;

They also that seek after my life lay snares for me;

But I, as a deaf man, hear not;

Yea, I am as a man that heareth not,

For in thee, O Jehovah, do I hope:

For I said, Lest they rejoice over me:

For I am ready to fall,

For I will declare mine iniquity;

But mine enemies are lively, and are strong;

They also that render evil for good

Forsake me not, O Jehovah:

Make haste to help me,