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A Prayer in Time of Sickness

A psalm of David to remember.

38 Lord, don’t correct me when you are angry.
    Don’t punish me when you are furious.
Your arrows have wounded me,
    and your hand has come down on me.
My body is sick from your punishment.
    Even my bones are not healthy because of my sin.
My guilt has overwhelmed me;
    like a load it weighs me down.

My sores stink and become infected
    because I was foolish.
I am bent over and bowed down;
    I am sad all day long.
I am burning with fever,
    and my whole body is sore.
I am weak and faint.
    I moan from the pain I feel.

Lord, you know everything I want;
    my cries are not hidden from you.
10 My heart pounds, and my strength is gone.
    I am losing my sight.
11 Because of my wounds, my friends and neighbors avoid me,
    and my relatives stay far away.
12 Some people set traps to kill me.
    Those who want to hurt me plan trouble;
    all day long they think up lies.

13 I am like the deaf; I cannot hear.
    Like the mute, I cannot speak.
14 I am like those who do not hear,
    who have no answer to give.
15 I trust you, Lord.
    You will answer, my Lord and God.
16 I said, “Don’t let them laugh at me
    or brag when I am defeated.”
17 I am about to die,
    and I cannot forget my pain.
18 I confess my guilt;
    I am troubled by my sin.
19 My enemies are strong and healthy,
    and many hate me for no reason.
20 They repay me with evil for the good I did.
    They lie about me because I try to do good.

21 Lord, don’t leave me;
    my God, don’t go away.
22 Quickly come and help me,
    my Lord and Savior.

38 O Lord, rebuke me not in thy wrath: neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

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

There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.

I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.

I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.

10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.

11 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.

12 They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.

13 But I, as a deaf man, heard not; and I was as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth.

14 Thus I was as a man that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no reproofs.

15 For in thee, O Lord, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.

16 For I said, Hear me, lest otherwise they should rejoice over me: when my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me.

17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.

18 For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin.

19 But mine enemies are lively, and they are strong: and they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied.

20 They also that render evil for good are mine adversaries; because I follow the thing that good is.

21 Forsake me not, O Lord: O my God, be not far from me.

22 Make haste to help me, O Lord my salvation.