My wounds fester and stink because of my foolish sins.
I prayed, “O my God, I am utterly ashamed; I blush to lift up my face to you. For our sins are piled higher than our heads, and our guilt has reached to the heavens.
When I refused to confess my sin, my body wasted away, and I groaned all day long.
A raging fever burns within me, and my health is broken.
Please, Lord, rescue me! Come quickly, Lord, and help me.
What joy for those you choose to bring near, those who live in your holy courts. What festivities await us inside your holy Temple.
O God, you know how foolish I am; my sins cannot be hidden from you.
Is there no medicine in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why is there no healing for the wounds of my people?
