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 light 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 slipt, 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 offering thou wouldest not, * but mine ears hast thou opened.
 
Burnt-offering 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.
 

 
vs 17 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.

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