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1 O LORD, re­buke me not in thy wrath: nei­ther chas­ten me in thy hot dis­plea­sure.
2 For thine ar­rows stick fast in me, and thy hand pres­seth me sore.
3 There is no sound­ness in my flesh be­cause of thine anger; nei­ther is there any rest in my bones be­cause of my sin.
4 For mine in­iq­ui­ties are gone over mine head: as an heavy bur­den they are too heavy for me.
5 My wounds stink and are cor­rupt be­cause of my fool­ish­ness.
6 I am trou­bled; I am bowed down great­ly; I go mourn­ing all the day long.
7 For my loins are filled with a loath­some disease: and there is no sound­ness in my flesh.
8 I am fee­ble and sore bro­ken: I have roared by rea­son of the dis­quiet­ness of my heart.
9 Lord, all my de­sire is be­fore thee; and my groan­ing is not hid from thee.
10 My heart pan­teth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
11 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kins­men stand afar off.
12 They also that seek af­ter my life lay snares ­for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mis­chievous things, and imag­ine de­ceits all the day long.
13 But I, as a deaf man, heard not; and I was as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth.
14 Thus I was as a man that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no re­proofs.
15 For in thee, O LORD, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.
16 For I said, ­Hear me, lest otherwise they should re­joice over me: when my foot slip­peth, they mag­ni­fy themselves against me.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sor­row is con­tin­u­al­ly be­fore me.
18 For I will de­clare mine in­iq­ui­ty; I will be sor­ry for my sin.
19 But mine en­e­mies are live­ly, and they are strong: and they that hate me wrong­ful­ly are mul­ti­plied.
20 They also that ren­der evil for good are mine ad­ver­saries; be­cause I fol­low the thing that good is.
21 For­sake me not, O LORD: O my God, be not far from me.
22 Make haste to help me, O Lord my sal­va­tion.