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Psalm 38

A Psalm of David, to bring to remembrance.


1In thy great indignation,

O Lord, rebuke me not;

Nor on me lay thy chast’ning hand,

in thy displeasure hot.

2For in me fast thine arrows stick,

thine hand doth press me sore:

3And in my flesh there is no health,

nor soundness any more.

This grief I have, because thy wrath

is forth against me gone;

And in my bones there is no rest,

for sin that I have done.

4Because gone up above mine head

my great transgressions be;

And, as a weighty burden, they

too heavy are for me.

5My wounds do stink, and are corrupt;

my folly makes it so.

6I troubled am, and much bow’d down;

all day I mourning go.

7For a disease that loathsome is

so fills my loins with pain,

That in my weak and weary flesh

no soundness doth remain.

8So feeble and infirm am I,

and broken am so sore,

That, through disquiet of my heart,

I have been made to roar.

9O Lord, all that I do desire

is still before thine eye;

And of my heart the secret groans

not hidden are from thee.

10My heart doth pant incessantly,

my strength doth quite decay;

As for mine eyes, their wonted light

is from me gone away.

11My lovers and my friends do stand

at distance from my sore;

And those do stand aloof that were

kinsmen and kind before.

12Yea, they that seek my life lay snares:

who seek to do me wrong

Speak things mischievous, and deceits

imagine all day long.

13But, as one deaf, that heareth not,

I suffer’d all to pass;

I as a dumb man did become,

whose mouth not open’d was:

14As one that hears not, in whose mouth

are no reproofs at all.

15For, Lord, I hope in thee; my God,

thou’lt hear me when I call.

16For I said, Hear me, lest they should

rejoice o’er me with pride;

And o’er me magnify themselves,

when as my foot doth slide.

17For I am near to halt, my grief

is still before mine eye:

18For I’ll declare my sin, and grieve

for mine iniquity.

19But yet mine en’mies lively are,

and strong are they beside;

And they that hate me wrongfully

are greatly multiply’d.

20And they for good that render ill,

as en’mies me withstood;

Yea, ev’n for this, because that I

do follow what is good.

21Forsake me not, O Lord; my God,

far from me never be.

22O Lord, thou my salvation art,

haste to give help to me.

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