Prayer of an Afflicted Sinner

A psalm of David. For remembrance.

Lord, punish me no more in your anger; in your wrath do not chastise me!

Your arrows have sunk deep in me; your hand has come down upon me.

My flesh is afflicted because of your anger; my frame aches because of my sin.

My iniquities overwhelm me, a burden beyond my strength.

Foul and festering are my sores because of my folly.

I am stooped and deeply bowed; all day I go about mourning.

My loins burn with fever; my flesh is afflicted.

I am numb and utterly crushed; I wail with anguish of heart.

My Lord, my deepest yearning is before you; my groaning is not hidden from you.

My heart shudders, my strength forsakes me; the very light of my eyes has failed.

Friends and companions shun my pain; my neighbors stand far off.

Those who seek my life lay snares for me; they seek my misfortune, they speak of ruin; they plot treachery all the day.

But I am like the deaf, hearing nothing, like the dumb, saying nothing; Like someone who does not hear, who has no answer ready.

Lord, I wait for you; O Lord, my God, answer me.

For I fear they will gloat, exult over me if I stumble.

I am very near to falling; my pain is with me always.

I acknowledge my guilt and grieve over my sin.

But many are my foes without cause, a multitude of enemies without reason; Repaying me evil for good, harassing me for pursuing good.

Forsake me not, O Lord; my God, be not far from me!

Come quickly to help me, my Lord and my salvation!