XXXVIII.
1
Me to rebuike forbeare, O Lord;
While kindled is thine ire;
Nor chasten me, while flowing is
Thy wrath's consumeing fire.
2
For in me fast thine arows stick,
Thy hand doth presse me sore.
3
Becaus thow greev'd art, in my flesh
No soundnes is therfore.
4
My sins of peace my bones depryve;
For my iniquities,
Gone o're my head, vnto a weight
Above my strength arise.
5
My wounds doe stink and are corrupt,
For foolish I have been;
6
Sore troubled and brought verie low,
I sad all day am seen.
7
My loines are full of loathsomnes;
My flesh is all vnsound.
8
I feeble am and brocken sore,
My greevs I cannot bound;
Roare forth I must, my heart's so mov'd.
9
Thow my desires dost see;
O Lord, my groans, my secreet sighs
Are manifest to thee.
10
My heart doth pant, my strength doth faile;
Myne eyes have lost their light.
11
My freends and lovers stand afar,
My stroak doth them afright.
12
My kinsmen prove vnkinde. Snairs layd
By them my life who seek,
Who wish in heart my hurt, of me
Most wicked things do speak,
13
Deceits, all day they do devise,
But I as deaf appeare;
As one that dumbe is; who his mouth
To open doth forbeare.
15
Like one that heard not, from whose lips
Do no reproofs proceed,
I keep me close, and wait for Thee,
Lord, in this time of need.
16
Thow wilt mak ansuer, Lord my God:
I say'd. Oh heare my cry!
Lest they rejoyceing over me,
Themselvs do magnify;
When they perceive my foot to slip,
17
For I to halt ame prone;
But sadlie sorowing, day and night
To thee I mak my moane.
18
To thee my hid iniquitie,
O Lord, do I declare.
And for my sin with heavie hart
Still am I takeing care.
19
But livelie are my foes and strong,
And who, with causles hate,
Me most vnjustlie doe persue,
Do prosper and grow great.
20
Yea, they who render ill for good,
Mine adversaries prove;
Becaus I evill doe declyne,
And what is good do love.
21
Forsake me not, O Lord my God,
Be not far off from me.
22
Make hast to help me, Lord; I have
No saiftie but in thee.
