Put me not to rebuke, O Lord, in thine anger: neither chasten me in thy heavy displeasure.
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me: and thy hand presseth me sore.
3 There is no health in my flesh, because of thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones, by reason of my sin.
4 For my wickednesses are gone over my head: and are like a sore burden, too heavy for me to bear.
5 My wounds stink, and are corrupt: through my foolishness.
6 I am brought into so great trouble and misery: that I go mourning all the day long.
7 For my loins are filled with a sore disease: and there is no whole part in my body.
8 I am feeble, and sore smitten: I have roared for the very disquietness of my heart.
9 Lord, thou knowest all my desire: and my groaning is not hid from thee.
10 My heart panteth, my strength hath failed me: and the light of mine eyes is gone from me.