Please, LORD, don't punish me when you are mad; don't discipline me when you are furious.
Your arrows have pierced me; your fist has come down hard on me.
There's nothing in my body that isn't broken because of your rage; there's no health in my bones because of my sin.
My wrongdoings are stacked higher than my head; they are a weight that's way too heavy for me.
My wounds reek; they are all infected because of my stupidity.
I am hunched over, completely down; I wander around all day long, sad.
My insides are burning up; there's nothing in my body that isn't broken.
I'm worn out, completely crushed; I groan because of my miserable heart.
Everything I long for is laid out before you, my Lord; my sighs aren't hidden from you.
My heart pounds; my strength abandons me. Even the light of my eyes is gone.
My loved ones and friends keep their distance from me in my sickness; those who were near me now stay far away.
Those who want me dead lay traps; those who want me harmed utter threats, muttering lies all day long.
But I'm like someone who is deaf, who can't hear; like someone who can't speak, whose mouth won't open.
I've become like a person who doesn't hear what is being said, whose mouth has no good comeback.
But I wait for you, LORD! You will answer, my Lord, my God!
Because I prayed: "Don't let them celebrate over me or exalt themselves over me when my foot slips,"
because I'm very close to falling, and my pain is always with me.
Yes, I confess my wrongdoing; I'm worried about my sin.
But my mortal enemies are so strong; those who hate me for no reason seem countless.
Those who give, repay good with evil; they oppose me for pursuing good.
Don't leave me all alone, LORD! Please, my God, don't be far from me!
Come quickly and help me, my Lord, my salvation!