Psalm 38

From Scottish Metrical Psalms 1650

Meter: 8,6,8,6

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.

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