¶ To the Chanter, to bring to remembrancePut me not to rebuke (Oh LORD) in thy anger: Oh chasten me not in thy heavy displeasure. For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore. There is no whole part in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my sins. For my wickednesses are gone over my head, and are like a sore burthen, too heavy for me to bear. My wounds stink and are corrupt, thorow my foolishness. I am brought into so great trouble and misery, that I go mourning all the day long. For my loins are clean dried up, and there is no whole part in my body. I am feeble and sore smitten, I roar 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 friends stond looking upon my trouble, and my kinsmen are gone afar off.
¶ They that sought after my life, and to do me evil, spake of lies and imagined deceit all the day long. As for me, I was like a deaf man and heard not: as one that were dumb, not opening his mouth. I am become as a man that heareth not: and that can make no resistance with his mouth. For in thee, O LORD, is my trust, thou shalt hear me, O Lord my God. 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. For I confess my wickedness, and my sin grieveth me. But mine enemies live, and are mighty: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in number. They that reward me evil for good, speak evil of me, because I follow the thing that good is. Forsake me not (O LORD my God) O go not far from me. Haste thee to help me, O Lord my succour.