Psalm 38
Book of Psalms for Singing, 1973
- LORD, do not in indignation
Chide and chasten,
Nor Your hot displeasure show.
Deeply have Your arrows pierced me.
Down upon me
Your hand pressed and crushed me low.
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Filled with sickness is my body
‘Neath Your fury;
Sin has kept my bones from rest.
My iniquities rise o’er me,
High and heavy;
Under their great weight I’m pressed.
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Loathsome wounds infect my body;
By my folly
I am bent and bowed down low.
All day long I go on mourn-ing,
Filled with burning,
My whole body sick with woe.
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I am bruised, benumbed, and dying,
Weak from sighing
At the murm’ring of my heart.
O Lord, You know all my longing,
All my sighing;
No groan kept from You apart.
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Fearful now my heart throbs wildly;
My strength leaves me;
All the light of my eyes fails.
Friends and loved ones act offended;
All my kindred
Stand off while my plague prevails.
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Foes are seeking to ensnare me;
They would kill me.
They plot treachery all day.
As though deaf, I do not listen.
I say nothing,
Never argue, silent stay.
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LORD, You are the One I wait for.
You will answer!
Lord, my God, my hope abide.
Keep them from rejoicing o’er me
Arrogantly;
Let none gloat when my feet slide.
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Always I’m about to stumble,
Grieving, humble.
I confess iniquity;
I distressed am from my error.
Foes have vigor;
Many hate me wrongfully.
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For my good they evil pay me,
Hostile toward me.
O forsake me not, O LORD!
O my God, be not far from me;
Haste to help me!
Be my sure salvation, Lord.