1 In Thy great indignation, Lord,
Do Thou rebuke me not;
Nor on me lay Thy chastening hand,
In Thy displeasure hot.
2 For in me fast Thine arrows stick,
Thy hand doth press me sore;
And in my flesh there is no health,
Nor soundness any more.
3 This grief I have because Thy wrath
Is forth against me gone;
And in my bones there is no rest,
For sin that I have done.
4 Because gone up above my head
My great transgressions be;
And, as a weighty burden, they
Too heavy are for me.
5 My wounds are putrid and corrupt;
My folly makes it so.
I troubled am, and much bowed down;
All day I mourning go.
6 For a disease which loathsome is
So fills my loins with pain,
That in my weak and weary flesh
No soundness doth remain.
7 So feeble and infirm am I,
And broken am so sore,
That, through disquiet of my heart,
I have been made to roar.
8 O Lord, all that I do desire
Is still before Thy eye;
And of my heart the secret groans
Not hidden are from Thee.
9 My heart doth pant incessantly,
My strength doth quite decay;
As for my eyes, their wonted light
Is from me gone away.
10 My lovers and my friends do stand
At distance from my sore;
And they do stand aloof who were
Kinsmen and kind before.
11 Yea, they who seek my life lay snares;
And they who would me wrong
Have spoken mischief, and deceits
Imagined all day long.
12 But as one deaf, I did not hear,
I suffered all to pass;
And as a dumb man I became,
Whose mouth not opened was.
13 As one that hears not, in whose mouth
Are no reproofs at all:
For, Lord, I hope in Thee, my God
Will hear me when I call.
14 Because I said, "Hear me, lest they
Rejoice o’er me with pride;
And o’er me magnify themselves,
Because my foot doth slide."
15 For I am near to halt, my grief
Is still before my eye;
I will declare my sin, and grieve
For my iniquity.
16 But yet my foes are full of life,
My enemies are strong;
And they are greatly multiplied
Who hate and would me wrong.
17 And they for good who render ill,
As en’mies me withstood;
They are my bitter foes because
I follow what is good.
18 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God,
Far from me never be.
O Lord, Thou my salvation art,
In haste give help to me.
The Cyber Hymnal #136821 In thy great indignation, Lord,
do thou rebuke me not;
nor on me lay thy chastening hand,
in thy displeasure hot.
2 For in me fast thine arrows stick,
thine hand doth press me sore:
3 and in my flesh there is no health,
nor soundness any more.
This grief I have, because thy wrath
is forth against me gone;
and in my bones there is no rest,
for sin that I have done.
4 Because gone o'er my head my sins
and my transgressions be;
and, as a weighty burden, they
too heavy are for me.
5 My wounds corrupt and noisome are;
my folly makes it so.
6 I troubled am, and much bowed down;
all day I mourning go.
7 For a disease that loathsome is
so fills my loins with pain,
that in my weak and weary flesh
no soundness doth remain.
8 So very feeble and infirm,
and sorely crushed am I,
that, through disquiet of my heart,
I make loud moan and cry.
9 O Lord, before thine eyes is all
that is desired by me:
and of my heart the secret groans
not hidden are from thee.
10 My heart doth pant incessantly,
my strength doth quite decay;
as for mine eyes, their wonted light
is from me gone away.
11 My lovers and my friends do stand
far distance from my sore;
and those do stand aloof who were
kinsmen and kind before.
12 Yea, they who seek my life lay snares;
who seek to do me wrong
speak mischief, and deceitful things
imagine all day long.
13 But, as one deaf that heareth not,
I suffered all to pass;
I as a dumb man did become,
whose mouth not opened was:
14 As one that hears not, in whose mouth
are no reproofs at all.
15 For, Lord, I hope in thee; my God,
thou'lt hear me when I call.
16 For I said, Hear me, lest they should
rejoice o’er me with pride;
and o’er me magnify themselves,
what time my foot doth slide.
17 Because I ready am to halt,
my grief I ever see:
18 for I'll declare my sin, and grieve
for mine iniquity.
19 But yet my foes are full of life,
and strong are they beside;
and they that hate me wrongfully
are greatly multiplied.
20 And they for good that render ill
as enemies me withstood;
yea, even for this, because that I
do follow what is good.
21 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God,
far from me never be.
22 O Lord, thou my salvation art,
haste to give help to me.
The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P381 In thy great indignation, Lord,
do thou rebuke me not;
nor on me lay thy chastening hand
in thy displeasure hot.
2 Lord, pity me, for I am weak;
have mercy upon me:
and heal thou me, O Lord, because
my bones much vexed be.
3 My soul is vexed sore: but, Lord,
how long stay wilt thou make?
4 Return, O Lord, my soul set free,
save for thy mercy's sake.
5 Because of thee in death there shall
no more remembrance be:
of those that in the grave do lie,
who shall give thanks to thee?
6 I with my groaning weary am;
all night till morn appears,
through grief I make my bed to swim,
my couch to flow with tears.
7 By reason of my vexing grief
mine eye consumed is;
it waxeth old, because of all
that are mine enemies.
8 But now, depart from me all ye
that work iniquity:
because the Lord hath heard my voice
when I did mourn and cry.
9 Unto my supplication's voice
the Lord hath lent his ear;
when to the Lord my prayer I make,
he graciously will hear.
10 Let all be troubled and asham'd,
that enemies are to me;
let them turn back, and suddenly
ashamed let them be.
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