God, you know how foolish I am! My sins are not hidden from you.
You have observed my thoughts, you have visited me at night, you have examined me—and you have found nothing wrong. I promised myself I wouldn't say anything I shouldn't.
Who's aware of their own mistakes? Don't punish me for these faults I'm unaware of.
Don't let my enemies take pleasure in my troubles, those people who hate me and tell lies about me, gloating over me for no reason.
My wounds are infected—they're smelling—all because of my stupidity.
Lord, you know what I desperately want, you hear every sigh I make.
I see everything they're doing. They can't hide from me, and their sins aren't hidden from me either.