061) Psalm 38
8.6.8.6.
1 Thy chast’ning wrath, O Lord, restrain, though I deserve it all; Nor let at once on me the storm of thy displeasure fall.
2 In ev’ry wretched part of me thy arrows deep remain;
Thy heavy hand’s afflicting weight I can no more sustain.
3 My flesh is one continued wound, thy wrath so fiercely glows, Betwixt my punishment and guilt my bones have no repose.
4 My sins, that to a deluge swell, my sinking head o’erflow, And for my feeble strength to bear too vast a burden grow.
5 Stench and corruption fill my wounds, my folly’s just return;
6 With trouble I am warped and bowed, and all day long I mourn.
7 A loathed disease afflicts my loins, infecting ev’ry part;
8 With sickness worn, I groan and roar, through anguish of my heart.