Domine, ne in furore
Put me not to rebuke, O Lord, in thine anger *
neither chasten me in thy heavy displeasure.
For thine arrows stick fast in me *
and thy hand presseth me sore.
There is no health in my flesh, because of thy displeasure *
neither is there any rest in my bones, by reason of my sin.
For my wickednesses are gone over my head *
and are like a sore burden, too heavy for me to bear.
My wounds stink, and are corrupt *
through my foolishness.
I am brought into so great trouble and misery *
that I go mourning all the day long.
For my loins are filled with a sore disease *
and there is no whole part in my body.
I am feeble, and sore smitten *
I have roared for the very disquietness of my heart.
Lord, thou knowest all my desire *
and my groaning is not hid from thee.
My heart panteth, my strength hath failed me *
and the sight of mine eyes is gone from me.
My lovers and my neighbours did stand looking upon my trouble *
and my kinsmen stood afar off.
They also that sought after my life laid snares for me *
and they that went about to do me evil talked of wickedness, and imagined deceit all the day long.
As for me, I was like a deaf man, and heard not *
and as one that is dumb, who doth not open his mouth.
I became even as a man that heareth not *
and in whose mouth are no reproofs.
For in thee, O Lord, have I put my trust *
thou shalt answer for me, O Lord my God.
I have required that they, even mine enemies, should not triumph over me *
for when my foot slipped, they rejoiced greatly against me.
And I, truly, am set in the plague *
and my heaviness is ever in my sight.
For I will confess my wickedness *
and be sorry for my sin.
But mine enemies live, and are mighty *
and they that hate me wrongfully are many in number.
They also that reward evil for good are against me *
because I follow the thing that good is.
Forsake me not, O Lord my God *
be not thou far from me.
Haste thee to help me *
O Lord God of my salvation.