1 O Jehovah, do not rebuke me in Your wrath, neither chasten me in Your fury.2 For Your arrows pierce me, and Your hand presses down upon me.3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your anger, nor peace within myself because of my sin.4 For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.5 My wounds have stunk and festered, because of my foolishness.6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all day long.7 For my loins are filled with inflammation, and there is no soundness in my flesh.8 I am feeble and severely broken; I have roared because of the groanings of my heart.9 Lord, all my desire is before You; and my sighing is not hidden from You.10 My heart pants; my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.11 My lovers and my friends stand at a distance from my plague; and my relatives stand afar off.12 And those who seek my life lay snares for me; and those who seek my hurt speak of destruction, and devise treachery all day long.13 But like one who is deaf, I do not hear; and I am like a mute one who opens not his mouth.14 Thus I am like a man who hears not, and in whose mouth are no reproofs.15 For in You, O Jehovah, have I hoped; You will hear, O Lord my God.16 For I said, Hear me, lest they rejoice over me; lest, when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me.17 For I am ready to fall, and my pain is continually before me.18 For I will declare my iniquity; I am afraid because of my sin.19 But my enemies are active; they are strong; and those who hate me wrongfully have multiplied.20 And those who render evil for good oppose me, because I follow what is good.21 Forsake me not, O Jehovah; O my God, be not far from me!22 Make haste to help me, O Lord, my Salvation!

1 The title of the eiyte and threttithe salm. For victorie, to Iditum, the song of Dauid.2 I seide, Y schal kepe my weies; that Y trespasse not in my tunge. I settide kepyng to my mouth; whanne a synnere stood ayens me.3 I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid.4 Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng.5 I spak in my tunge; Lord, make thou myn eende knowun to me. And the noumbre of my daies what it is; that Y wite, what failith to me.6 Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge.7 Netheles a man passith in ymage; but also he is disturblid veynli. He tresorith; and he noot, to whom he `schal gadere tho thingis.8 And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee.9 Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge.10 I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad,11 remoue thou thi woundis fro me.12 Fro the strengthe of thin hond Y failide in blamyngis; for wickidnesse thou hast chastisid man. And thou madist his lijf to faile as an yreyne; netheles ech man is disturblid in veyn.13 Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris.14 Be thou not stille, for Y am a comelyng at thee; and a pilgrime, as alle my fadris.15 Foryyue thou to me, that Y be refreischid, bifor that Y go; and Y schal no more be.