Psalms 38
38
A Groan before the Throne
A poetic lament to remember, by King David # 38 The Septuagint has in the inscription “To be remembered on the Sabbath.”
1O Lord, don’t punish me angrily for what I’ve done.
Don’t let my sin inflame your wrath against me.
2For the arrows of your conviction have pierced me deeply.
Your blows have struck my soul and crushed me.
3Now my body is sick.
My health is totally broken because of your anger,
and it’s all due to my sins!
4I’m overwhelmed, swamped, and submerged
beneath the heavy burden of my guilt.
It clings to me and won’t let me go.
5My rotting wounds are a witness against me.
They are severe and getting worse,
reminding me of my failure and folly.
6I am completely broken because of what I’ve done.
Gloom is all around me.
My sins have bent me over to the ground.
7-8My inner being is shriveled up;
my self-confidence crushed.
Sick with fever, I’m left exhausted.
Now I’m as cold as a corpse, and nothing is left inside me
but great groaning filled with anguish.
9Lord, you know all my desires and deepest longings.
My tears are liquid words, and you can read them all.
10-11My heart beats wildly, my strength is sapped,
and the light of my eyes is going out.
My friends stay far away from me, avoiding me like the plague.
Even my family wants nothing to do with me.
12Meanwhile my enemies are out to kill me,
plotting my ruin, speaking of my doom
as they spend every waking moment
planning how to finish me off.
13-14I’m like a deaf man who no longer hears.
I can’t even speak up, and words fail me;
I have no argument to counter their threats.
15Lord, the only thing I can do is wait and put my hope in you.
I wait for your help, my God.
16So hear my cry and put an end to their strutting in pride,
to those who gloat when I stumble in pain.
17I’m slipping away and on the verge of a breakdown,
with nothing but sorrow and sighing. # 38:17 The Septuagint reads “I am prepared for all of their whips—prepared to suffer.”
18I confess all my sin to you; I can’t hold it in any longer.
My agonizing thoughts punish me for my wrongdoing;
I feel condemned as I consider all I’ve done.
19My enemies are many.
They hate me and persecute me,
though I’ve done nothing against them to deserve it.
20I show goodness to them and get paid evil in return.
And they hate me even more when I stand for what is right.
21So don’t forsake me now, Lord!
Don’t leave me in this condition.
22God, hurry to help me. Run to my rescue!
For you’re my Savior and my only hope!
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38
Psalm 38#In Hebrew texts 38:1-22 is numbered 38:2-23.
A psalm of David. A petition.
1 Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger
or discipline me in your wrath.
2Your arrows have pierced me,
and your hand has come down on me.
3Because of your wrath there is no health in my body;
there is no soundness in my bones because of my sin.
4My guilt has overwhelmed me
like a burden too heavy to bear.
5My wounds fester and are loathsome
because of my sinful folly.
6I am bowed down and brought very low;
all day long I go about mourning.
7My back is filled with searing pain;
there is no health in my body.
8I am feeble and utterly crushed;
I groan in anguish of heart.
9All my longings lie open before you, Lord:
my sighing is not hidden from you.
10My heart pounds, my strength fails me;
even the light has gone from my eyes.
11My friends and companions avoid me because of my wounds;
my neighbours stay far away.
12Those who want to kill me set their traps,
those who would harm me talk of my ruin;
all day long they scheme and lie.
13I am like the deaf, who cannot hear,
like the mute, who cannot speak;
14I have become like one who does not hear,
whose mouth can offer no reply.
15 Lord, I wait for you;
you will answer, Lord my God.
16For I said, ‘Do not let them gloat
or exalt themselves over me when my feet slip.’
17For I am about to fall,
and my pain is ever with me.
18I confess my iniquity;
I am troubled by my sin.
19Many have become my enemies without cause#38:19 One Dead Sea Scrolls manuscript; Masoretic Text my vigorous enemies;
those who hate me without reason are numerous.
20Those who repay my good with evil
lodge accusations against me,
though I seek only to do what is good.
21 Lord, do not forsake me;
do not be far from me, my God.
22Come quickly to help me,
my Lord and my Saviour.
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