Psalm for the Sick
O Lord, in your anger punish me not; in your wrath chastise me not. For your arrows
have sunk deep in me; your hand has come down upon me. There is no health in my
flesh because of your indignation; there is no wholeness in my bones because of my
sin. For my iniquities have overwhelmed me; they are like a heavy burden, beyond my
strength. Noisome and festering are my sores, because of my folly. I am stooped and
bowed down profoundly; all the day I go in mourning. For my loins are filled with
burning pains; there is no health in my flesh. I am numbed and severely crushed; I
roar with anguish of heart. O Lord, all my desire is before you; from you my
groaning is not hid. My heart throbs, my strength forsakes me; the very light of my
eyes has failed me. For I am very near to falling; and my grief is with me always.
Indeed, I acknowledge my guilt; I grieve over my sins. Forsake me not, O Lord,; my
God be not far from me! Make haste to help me, O Lord, my salvation. Let me know, O
Lord, my end and what is the number of my days, that I may learn how frail I am. A
short span you have made my days, and my life is as nought before you; only a
breath is any human existence. Hear my prayer, O Lord, to my cry give ear; to my
weeping be not deaf! For I am but a wayfarer before you, a pilgrim like all my
fathers. Turn you gaze from me that I may find respite, ere I depart and be no more.
Taken from Psalms 37 and 38 Psalm for the Sick |
