A Penitent Sufferer’s Plea for Healing
A Psalm of David, for the memorial offering.
1O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger
or discipline me in your wrath.*
2For your arrows have sunk into me,
and your hand has come down on me.*
3There is no soundness in my flesh
because of your indignation;
there is no health in my bones
because of my sin.*
4For my iniquities have gone over my head;
they weigh like a burden too heavy for me.*
5My wounds grow foul and fester
because of my foolishness;*
6I am utterly bowed down and prostrate;
all day long I go around mourning.*
7For my loins are filled with burning,
and there is no soundness in my flesh.*
8I am utterly spent and crushed;
I groan because of the tumult of my heart.*
9O Lord, all my longing is known to you;
my sighing is not hidden from you.*
10My heart throbs; my strength fails me;
as for the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.
11My friends and companions stand aloof from my affliction,
and my neighbors stand far off.*
12Those who seek my life lay their snares;
those who seek to hurt me speak of ruin
and meditate on treachery all day long.*
13But I am like the deaf; I do not hear;
like the mute, who cannot speak.*
14Truly, I am like one who does not hear
and in whose mouth is no retort.
15But it is for you, O Lord, that I wait;
it is you, O Lord my God, who will answer.*
16For I pray, “Only do not let them rejoice over me,
those who boast against me when my foot slips.”*
17For I am ready to fall,
and my pain is ever with me.*
18I confess my iniquity;
I am sorry for my sin.*
19Those who are my foes without causev are mighty,
and many are those who hate me wrongfully.*
20Those who render me evil for good
are my adversaries because I follow after good.*
21Do not forsake me, O Lord;
O my God, do not be far from me;*
22make haste to help me,
O Lord, my salvation.*