THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM XXXVIII

O Lord, rebuke me not in Wrath; Nor, in thy Rage, chastise. Thine Arrows stick in me; thy Hand Sore pressing on me lies. Thine Anger's Heat consumes my Flesh, And leaves no Soundness there: My Bones are pain'd, and find no Rest, While all my Sins appear. For o'er my Head, my Sins have rowl'd, They're a vast Burden grown; I cannot bear their Punishment, Nor their least Guilt atone. My Foolishness hath made my Wounds, Stench, and Corruption, grow. Distress'd in Mind, and much bow'd down, I all Day mourning go. A violent Heat has seis'd my Loins; And spread thro' ev'ry Part. I'm feeble, broken sore, and roar, Thro' Anguish of my Heart. All my Desire, and Groans, O Lord, To Thee are fully known. My Heart's perplex'd, my Strength doth fail; Mine Eye-Sight's from me gone,