My sores stink and become infected because I was foolish.
I prayed, “My God, I am too ashamed and embarrassed to lift up my face to you, my God, because our sins are so many. They are higher than our heads. Our guilt even reaches up to the sky.
When I kept things to myself, I felt weak deep inside me. I moaned all day long.
I am burning with fever, and my whole body is sore.
Please, Lord, save me. Hurry, Lord, to help me.
Happy are the people you choose and invite to stay in your court. We are filled with good things in your house, your holy Temple.
God, you know what I have done wrong; I cannot hide my guilt from you.
Isn’t there balm in the land of Gilead? Isn’t there a doctor there? So why aren’t the hurts of my people healed?
