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.
I said, I will take heed to my ways *
that I offend not in my tongue.
I will keep my mouth as it were with a bridle *
while the ungodly is in my sight.
I held my tongue, and spake nothing *
I kept silence, yea, even from good words; but it was pain and grief to me.
My heart was hot within me, and while I was thus musing the fire kindled *
and at the last I spake with my tongue;
Lord, let me know mine end, and the number of my days *
that I may be certified how long I have to live.
Behold, thou hast made my days as it were a span long *
and mine age is even as nothing in respect of thee; and verily every man living is altogether vanity.
For man walketh in a vain shadow, and disquieteth himself in vain *
he heapeth up riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what is my hope *
truly my hope is even in thee.
Deliver me from all mine offences *
and make me not a rebuke unto the foolish.
I became dumb, and opened not my mouth *
for it was thy doing.
Take thy plague away from me *
I am even consumed by the means of thy heavy hand.
When thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin, thou makest his beauty to consume away, like as it were a moth fretting a garment *
every man therefore is but vanity.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and with thine ears consider my calling *
hold not thy peace at my tears.
For I am a stranger with thee *
and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength *
before I go hence, and be no more seen.
I waited patiently for the Lord *
and he inclined unto me, and heard my calling.
He brought me also out of the horrible pit, out of the mire and clay *
and set my feet upon the rock, and ordered my goings.
And he hath put a new song in my mouth *
even a thanksgiving unto our God.
Many shall see it, and fear *
and shall put their trust in the Lord.
Blessed is the man that hath set his hope in the Lord *
and turned not unto the proud, and to such as go about with lies.
O Lord my God, great are the wondrous works which thou hast done, like as be also thy thoughts which are to us-ward *
and yet there is no man that ordereth them unto thee.
If I should declare them, and speak of them *
they should be more than I am able to express.
Sacrifice and meat-offering thou wouldest not *
but mine ears hast thou opened.
Burnt-offerings, and sacrifice for sin, hast thou not required *
then said I, Lo, I come,
In the volume of the book it is written of me, that I should fulfil thy will, O my God *
I am content to do it; yea, thy law is within my heart.
I have declared thy righteousness in the great congregation *
lo, I will not refrain my lips, O Lord, and that thou knowest.
I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart *
my talk hath been of thy truth and of thy salvation.
I have not kept back thy loving mercy and truth *
from the great congregation.
Withdraw not thou thy mercy from me, O Lord *
let thy loving-kindness and thy truth alway preserve me.
For innumerable troubles are come about me; my sins have taken such hold upon me that I am not able to look up *
yea, they are more in number than the hairs of my head, and my heart hath failed me.
O Lord, let it be thy pleasure to deliver me *
make haste, O Lord, to help me.
Let them be ashamed and confounded together, that seek after my soul to destroy it *
let them be driven backward and put to rebuke, that wish me evil.
Let them be desolate, and rewarded with shame *
that say unto me, Fie upon thee, fie upon thee.
Let all those that seek thee be joyful and glad in thee *
and let such as love thy salvation say alway, The Lord be praised.
As for me, I am poor and needy *
but the Lord careth for me.
Thou art my helper and redeemer *
make no long tarrying, O my God.