Domine ne

1 Put me not to rebuke, O Lord,
in thy provoked ire;
And in thy wrath correct me not,
I humbly thee desire.

2 Thy arrows do stick fast in me,
thy hand doth press me sore,
And in my flesh no health at all
appeareth any more.

3 And all this is by reason of
thy wrath that I am in;
Not any rest is in my bones
by reason of my sin.

4 For lo my wicked doings, Lord,
above my head are gone,
A greater load than I can bear
they lie me sore upon.

5 My wounds do stink, and are corrupt,
and loathsome are to see;
Which all thro' my own foolishness
doth happen unto me:

6 And I in careful wise am brought
into such great distress,
That I go wailing all the day
in doleful heaviness.

7 My loins are fill'd with sore disease,
my flesh hath no whole part;
I feeble am, and broken sore,
and roar for grief of heart.

8 Thou know'st, Lord, my desire, my groans
are open in thy sight;
My heart doth pant, my strength doth fail,
my eyes have lost their light.

9 My lovers and my wonted friends
stand looking on my woe,
My kinsmen they do far away
from me depart also.

10 They that do seek my life lay snares,
and they that go the way
To do me hurt, speak lies, and think
on mischief all the day.

The Second Part

11 But as a deaf man I became,
that cannot hear at all,
And as one dumb, that opens not
his mouth to speak withal.

12 For all my confidence, O Lord,
I wholly place in thee;
Therefore, O Lord, who art my God,
do thou give ear to me.

13 This do I crave, that they my foes
triumph not over me;
For when my foot doth slip, then they
rejoice my fall to see.

14 And I am ready for to halt,
I cannot stand upright,
Also my grievous heaviness
is ever in my sight.

15 For while that I my wickedness
in humble wise confess,
And while I for my sinful deeds
my sorrows do express,

16 My foes do still remain alive,
and mighty are, I know,
And they that hate me wrongfully
in number largely grow.

17 They stand against me, that my good
with evil do repay,
Because that good and honest things
I do pursue alway.

18 Forsake me not, O Lord my God,
be thou not far away;
Make haste to help me, O my God,
my safety and my stay.

Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #XXXVIII