A Psalm of David, {Or, to make memorial}to bring to remembrance.
O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thy wrath;
Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
For thine arrows {Hebrew: lighted on me.}stick fast in me,
And thy hand {}presseth me sore.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation;
Neither is there any {Or, rest}health in my bones because of my sin.
For mine iniquities are gone over my head:
As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
My wounds are loathsome and corrupt,
Because of my foolishness.
I am {Hebrew: bent.}pained and bowed down greatly;
I go mourning all the day long.
For my loins are filled with burning;
And there is no soundness in my flesh.
I am faint and sore bruised:
I have {Hebrew: roared.}groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
Lord, all my desire is before thee;
And my groaning is not hid from thee.
My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me:
As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague;
And my kinsmen stand afar off.
They also that seek after my life lay snares for me;
And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things,
And meditate deceits all the day long.
But I, as a deaf man, hear not;
And I am as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth.
Yea, I am as a man that heareth not,
And in whose mouth are no {Or, arguments}reproofs.
For in thee, O Jehovah, do I hope:
Thou wilt answer, O Lord my God.
For I said, Lest they rejoice over me:
When my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me.
For I am ready to fall,
And my sorrow is continually before me.
For I will declare mine iniquity;
I will be sorry for my sin.
But mine enemies are lively, and are strong;
And they that hate me {Hebrew: falsely.}wrongfully are multiplied.
They also that render evil for good
Are adversaries unto me, because I follow the thing that is good.
Forsake me not, O Jehovah:
O my God, be not far from me.
Make haste to help me,
O Lord, my salvation.
Querverweise zu Psalm 38,5 Ps 38,5
For my loins are filled with burning;And there is no soundness in my flesh.
When I kept silence, my bones wasted awayThrough my {Hebrew: roaring.}groaning all the day long.
{Or, Why should ye be stricken any more? Ye will revolt &c.}Why will ye be still stricken, that ye revolt more and more? {Or, every}the whole head is sick, and {Or, every}the whole heart faint.
From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and fresh stripes: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with oil.
Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no physician there? why then is not the {Or, healing}health of the daughter of my people {Or, perfected Hebrew: gone up.}recovered?