Because I have been foolish, my sores stink and rot.
I said, “O God, I am too ashamed to raise my head in your presence. Our sins pile up higher than our heads; they reach as high as the heavens.
When I did not confess my sins, I was worn out from crying all day long.
I am burning with fever and I am near death.
Save me, Lord! Help me now!
Happy are those whom you choose, whom you bring to live in your sanctuary. We shall be satisfied with the good things of your house, the blessings of your sacred Temple.
My sins, O God, are not hidden from you; you know how foolish I have been.
Is there no medicine in Gilead? Are there no doctors there? Why, then, have my people not been healed?
