My wounds grow foul and fester because of my foolishness,
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?
O God, thou knowest my folly; the wrongs I have done are not hidden from thee.
For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh.
When I declared not my sin, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long.
saying: “O my God, I am ashamed and blush to lift my face to thee, my God, for our iniquities have risen higher than our heads, and our guilt has mounted up to the heavens.
Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me! O Lord, make haste to help me!
Blessed is he whom thou dost choose and bring near, to dwell in thy courts! We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, thy holy temple!