My wounds fester and are loathsome because of my sinful folly.
Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then is there no healing for the wound of my people?
You, God, know my folly; my guilt is not hidden from you.
My back is filled with searing pain; there is no health in my body.
When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
and prayed: “I am too ashamed and disgraced, my God, to lift up my face to you, because our sins are higher than our heads and our guilt has reached to the heavens.
Be pleased to save me, Lord; come quickly, Lord, to help me.
Blessed are those you choose and bring near to live in your courts! We are filled with the good things of your house, of your holy temple.