My woundsgrowfoul[and] festerBecauseof my folly.
and I said,"O my God,I am ashamedand embarrassedto liftup my faceto You, my God,for our iniquitieshave risenaboveour headsand our guilthas grownevento the heavens.
WhenI keptsilent[about my sin], my bodywastedawayThrough my groaningalldaylong.
For my loinsare filledwith burning,And thereis nosoundnessin my flesh.
Be pleased,O LORD,to deliverme; Makehaste,O LORD,to helpme.
How blessedis the one whom You chooseand bringnear[to You] To dwellin Your courts.We will be satisfiedwith the goodnessof Your house,Your holytemple.
O God,it is You who knowsmy folly,And my wrongsare not hiddenfrom You.
Is therenobalmin Gilead?Is therenophysicianthere?Whythenhas not the healthof the daughterof my peoplebeen restored?
