Make haste to help me

O Lord, rebuke me not in they wrath, nor chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thine hand has cut me off.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger,

Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

For mine iniquities have gone over my head as a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.

My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness,

I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly, I go mourning all the day long

For my loins are filled with loathsome disease and there is no soundness in my flesh

I am feeble and sore-broken, i have roared by the reason of the disquietness of my heart

Lord all my desire is before thee, and my groaning is not hid from thee

My heart panteth, my strength faileth me, as for the light of mine eyes, it has also gone from me.

My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore and my kinsman stand afar off.

They also that seek after my life lay snares for me;

And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, And imagine deceits all the day long.

But I, was a deaf man, that hears not; and I was as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth.

Yea, I am as a man that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no reproofs.

For in thee, O LORD, do I hope: thou wilt answer, O Lord my God.

For I said, Lest they rejoice over me: when my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me.

For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.

For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin.

But mine enemies are lively, and are they strong: and they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied.

They also that render evil for good are mine adversaries, because I follow the thing that good is.

Forsake me not, O Lord: O my God, be not far from me.

Make haste to help me, O Lord, my salvation.