My wounds grow foul and fester because of my foolishness;
and said, “O my God, I am too ashamed and embarrassed to lift my face to you, my God, for our iniquities have risen higher than our heads, and our guilt has mounted up to the heavens.
While I kept silent, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long.
For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh.
Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me; O Lord, make haste to help me.
Happy are those whom you choose and bring near to live in your courts. We shall be satisfied with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.
O God, you know my folly; the wrongs I have done are not hidden from you.
Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then has the health of the daughter of my people not been restored?