Domine in furore. Ps.38.I.H.

David sick of some grievous disease acknowledgeth himself to be chastised of the Lord for his sins: and therefore prayeth God to turn away his wrath, but in the end with firm confidence commending his cause to God, hopeth for speedy help at his hand.

Sing this as the humble suite of a sinner.
The first part The second part
Put me not to rebuke (O Lord)
in thy provoked ire:
Ne in thy heavy wrath (O Lord)
correct me I desire.
 
2 Thine arrows do stick fast in me,
thy hand doth press me sore:
And in my flesh no health at all,
appeareth any more.
 
3 And all this is by reason of
thy wrath that I am in:
Not any rest is in my bones,
by reason of my sin.
 
4 For lo my wicked doings Lord,
above my head are gone:
A greater load than I can bear,
they lie me sore upon.
 
5 My wounds stink and are festered sore,
as loathsome for to see:
Which all through mine own foolishness
betideth unto me.
 
6 And I in careful wise am brought
in trouble and distress:
That I go wailing all the day
in doleful heaviness.
 
7 My loins are filled with sore disease,
my flesh hath no whole part:
 
8 I feeble am, and broken sore,
I roar for grief of heart.
 
9 Thou know’st Lord my desire, my groans
are open in thy sight:
 
10 My heart doth pant, my strength hath failed
mine eyes have lost their light.
 
11 My lovers and my wonted friends
stand looking on my woe:
And eke my kinsmen far away
are me departed fro.
 
12 They that did seek my life laid snares,
and they that sought the way
To do me hurt, speak lies and thought
on treason all the day.
13 But as a deaf man I became,
that cannot hear at all:
 
14 And as one dumb that opens not
his mouth to speak withal.
 
15 For all my confidence, O Lord,
is wholly set on thee:
 
16 O Lord, thou Lord that art my God,
thou shalt give ear to me.
 
17 This did I crave, that they my foes
triumph not over me:
For when my foot did slip, then they
did joy my fall to see
And truly I poor wretch am set
in place a woeful wight:
And eke my grievous heaviness
is ever in my sight.
 
18 For while that I my wickedness
in humble wise confess:
And while I for my sinful deeds
my sorrows do express.
 
19 My foes do still remain alive,
and mighty are also:
And they that hate me wrongfully
in number hugely grow.
 
20 They stand again’ me that my good,
with evil do repay:
Because that good and honest things
I do ensue alway.
 
21 Forsake me not my Lord my God,
be thou not far away
Haste me to help, my Lord my God,
my safety and my stay.
 

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