My wounds have become stinky, festering Because of my folly.
and said, “O my Elohim, I am too ashamed and wounded to lift up my face to You, my Elohim, for our crookednesses have risen higher than our heads, and our guilt has grown up to the heavens.
When I kept silent, my bones became old Through my groaning all the day.
For my loins have become filled with burning, And there is no soundness in my flesh.
Be pleased, O יהוה, to deliver me; O יהוה, hasten to help me!
Blessed is the one You choose, And bring near to dwell in Your courts. We are satisfied with the goodness of Your house, Your set-apart Hĕ
O Elohim, You Yourself know my foolishness; And my guilt has not been hidden from You.
Is there no balm in Gilʽ