My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
I walk about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand in the assembly and cry for help.
I went about mourning as though for my own friend or brother. I bowed down dressed in black as though for my own mother.
By day Adonai commands His love, and at night His song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life.
For You are my God, my stronghold. Why have You spurned me? Why do I go about gloomy because of the oppression of the enemy?
These things I remember as I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go along with the throng, walking with them to the House of God, with a voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a festival.
Adonai upholds all who fall and raises up all who are bowed down.
You have put my companions far from me. You have made me repulsive to them. I am shut in and I cannot go out.
Be exalted, O God, above the heavens. Let Your glory be over all the earth!
Be gracious to me, Adonai, for I am in distress. My eyes waste away with grief, my soul and my body as well.
For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?
Like a swallow or a crane, I whisper, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary, looking upward. Adonai, I am oppressed, be my security!
My flesh is clothed with maggots and clods of dirt; My skin is broken and festering.
Some became fools because of their rebellious ways, and were afflicted due to their iniquities.