1

In thy great indignation,

O Lord, rebuke me not;

Nor on me lay thy chast’ning hand,

in thy displeasure hot.

2

For in me fast thine arrows stick,

thine hand doth press me sore:

3

And in my flesh there is no health,

nor soundness any more.

This grief I have, because thy wrath

is forth against me gone;

And in my bones there is no rest,

for sin that I have done.

4

Because gone up above mine head

my great transgressions be;

And, as a weighty burden, they

too heavy are for me.

5

My wounds do stink, and are corrupt;

my folly makes it so.

6

I troubled am, and much bow’d down;

all day I mourning go.

7

For a disease that loathsome is

so fills my loins with pain,

That in my weak and weary flesh

no soundness doth remain.

8

So feeble and infirm am I,

and broken am so sore,

That, through disquiet of my heart,

I have been made to roar.

9

O Lord, all that I do desire

is still before thine eye;

And of my heart the secret groans

not hidden are from thee.

10

My heart doth pant incessantly,

my strength doth quite decay;

As for mine eyes, their wonted light

is from me gone away.

11

My lovers and my friends do stand

at distance from my sore;

And those do stand aloof that were

kinsmen and kind before.

12

Yea, they that seek my life lay snares:

who seek to do me wrong

Speak things mischievous, and deceits

imagine all day long.

13

But, as one deaf, that heareth not,

I suffer’d all to pass;

I as a dumb man did become,

whose mouth not open’d was:

14

As one that hears not, in whose mouth

are no reproofs at all.

15

For, Lord, I hope in thee; my God,

thou’lt hear me when I call.

16

For I said, Hear me, lest they should

rejoice o’er me with pride;

And o’er me magnify themselves,

when as my foot doth slide.

17

For I am near to halt, my grief

is still before mine eye:

18

For I’ll declare my sin, and grieve

for mine iniquity.

19

But yet mine en’mies lively are,

and strong are they beside;

And they that hate me wrongfully

are greatly multiply’d.

20

And they for good that render ill,

as en’mies me withstood;

Yea, ev’n for this, because that I

do follow what is good.

21

Forsake me not, O Lord; my God,

far from me never be.

22

O Lord, thou my salvation art,

haste to give help to me.