Do Not Rebuke Me in Your Anger 1 2For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore. 3There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne. 4For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare. 5My woundes stinke and are corrupt: through my foolishnes. 6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long. 7For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body. 8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart. 9Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee. 10My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me. 11My louers and my neygbours dyd stande on the other syde lokyng vpon my plague: and my kinsmen stoode a farre of.
12They also that sought after my lyfe layde snares
13As for me, as one deafe I woulde not heare: and 14I became euen as a man that heareth not: and who hath no replies in his mouth. 15For on thee O God I haue wayted: thou shalt aunswere for me O Lorde my God.
16For I sayde 17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght. 18Because I confesse my wickednesse: and am sory for my sinne.
19But myne enemies lyuyng 20They also that rewarde euyl for good are agaynst me: because I folowe the thyng that is good. 21Forsake me not O God: O my Lorde be not thou farre fro me. 22Haste thee to helpe me: O Lorde my saluation. |