{To the Chanter, To Bring Remembrance} Put me not to rebuke, O LORD, in thy anger; O chasten me not in thy heavy displeasure.

For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.

My lovers and friends stand looking upon my trouble, and my kinsmen are gone afar off.

For my wickednesses are gone over my head, and are like a sore burden, too heavy for me to bear.

LORD, thou knowest all my desire, and my groaning is not hid from thee.

As for me, I was like a deaf man and heard not; as one that were dumb, not opening his mouth.

For I will confess my wickedness, and be sorry for my sin.

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 in thee, O LORD, is my trust; thou shalt hear me, O LORD my God.

My heart panteth, my strength hath failed me, and the light of mine eyes is gone from me.

I am brought into so great trouble and misery, that I go mourning all the day long.

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.

They also that reward evil for good are against me, because I follow the thing that is good.

I am feeble and sore smitten, I roar for the very disquietness of my heart.

For my loins are filled with a sore disease, and there is no whole part in my body.

Forsake me not, O LORD my God; O go not far from me.

My wounds stink, and are corrupt, through my foolishness.

My desire is that mine enemies triumph not over me; for if my foot slip, they rejoice greatly against me.

I am ready to suffer trouble, and my heaviness is ever in my sight.

But mine enemies live, and are mighty: and they that hate me wrongfully are many in number.

I am become as a man that heareth not: and that can make no resistance with his mouth.

Haste thee to help me, O LORD God of my salvation.