Psalms 38:3-22 There is no health in my flessh, because of thy displeasure: nether is there anye rest in my bones, by reason of my synne.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ³ There is no health in my flessh, because of thy displeasure: nether is there anye rest in my bones, by reason of my synne. ⁴ For my wyckednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are lyke a sore burthen, to heuy for me to beare. ⁵ My woundes styncke and are corrupt, thorowe my folyshnesse. ⁶ I ambrought in to so greate trouble & misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe. ⁷ For my loynes are fylled with a sore disease, & there is no whole parte in my body. ⁸ I am feble & sore smytten, I haue roared for the very disquyetnes of my hert. ⁹ Lorde, thou knowest all my desyre, and my gronynge is not hyd from the. ¹⁰ My hert panteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the lyght of myne eyes is gone fro me. ¹¹ My louers & my neyghbours dyd stande lokynge vpon my trouble, & my kynsmen stode a farre of. ¹² They also that sought after my life, layed snares for me: & they that went aboute to do me euell, talked of wickednesse, & ymagined disceate all the daye longe. ¹³ As for me, I was lyke a deafe man & herde not: & as one that is domme, which doth not open his mouth. ¹⁴ I became euen as a man that heareth not: and in whose mouth are no reprofes. ¹⁵ For in the, O Lorde, haue I put my trust, thou shalt answere for me, O Lord my God. ¹⁶ I haue required, that they shuld not triumphe ouer me: for whan my fote slypte, they reioysed greatly against me. ¹⁷ And I truly am set in the plage, & my heuinesse is euer in my syght. ¹⁸ For I wyll confesse my wickednesse, and be sory for my synne. ¹⁹ But myne enemyes lyue, & are myghtie: & they that hate me wrongfully, are many in nombre. ²⁰ They also that rewarde euell for good are agaynst me, because I folowe the thynge that good is. ²¹ Forsake me not (O Lorde my God.) Be not thou farre fro me. ²² Haste the to helpe me, O Lord my saluacyon.