PSALMS.
Chapter 38.
A psalm by David; to be kept in mind. O Lord, do not angrily punish me or discipline me in your wrath. 
Your arrows have struck me. Your hand has struck me hard. 
No healthy spot is left on my body because of your rage. There is no peace in my bones because of my sin. 
My guilt has overwhelmed me. Like a heavy load, it is more than I can bear. 
My wounds smell rotten. They fester because of my stupidity. 
I am bent over and bowed down very low. All day I walk around in mourning. 
My insides are filled with burning pain, and no healthy spot is left on my body. 
I am numb and completely devastated. I roar because my heart’s in turmoil. 
You know all my desires, O Lord, and my groaning has not been hidden from you. 
My heart is pounding. I have lost my strength. Even the light of my eyes has left me. 
My loved ones and my friends keep their distance and my relatives stand far away because of my sickness. 
Those who seek my life lay traps for me. Those who are out to harm me talk about ruining me. All day long they think of ways to deceive me. 
But I am like a person who cannot hear and like a person who cannot speak. 
I am like one who cannot hear and who can offer no arguments. 
But I wait with hope for you, O Lord. You will answer, O Lord, my God. 
I said, “Do not let them gloat over me. When my foot slips, do not let them promote themselves at my expense.” 
I am ready to fall. I am continually aware of my pain. 
I confess my guilt. My sin troubles me. 
My mortal enemies are growing stronger. Many hate me for no reason. 
They pay me back with evil instead of good, and they accuse me because I try to do what is good. 
Do not abandon me, O Lord. O my God, do not be so distant from me. 
Come quickly to help me, O Lord, my savior. 
