Psalms 38

Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your wrath,

For your arrows have pierced me,

There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation,

For my iniquities have gone over my head.

My wounds are loathsome and corrupt,

I am pained and bowed down greatly.

For my waist is filled with burning.

I am faint and severely bruised.

Lord, all my desire is before you.

My heart throbs.

My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague.

They also who seek after my life lay snares.

But I, as a deaf man, don’t hear.

Yes, I am as a man who doesn’t hear,

For in you, Yahweh, do I hope.

For I said, “Don’t let them gloat over me,

For I am ready to fall.

For I will declare my iniquity.

But my enemies are vigorous and many.

They who also render evil for good are adversaries to me,

Don’t forsake me, Yahweh.

Hurry to help me,