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Psalm 38

New Living Translation NLT

1 O LORD, don’t rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your rage!

2 Your arrows have struck deep, and your blows are crushing me.

3 Because of your anger, my whole body is sick; my health is broken because of my sins.

4 My guilt overwhelms me— it is a burden too heavy to bear.

5 My wounds fester and stink because of my foolish sins.

6 I am bent over and racked with pain. All day long I walk around filled with grief.

7 A raging fever burns within me, and my health is broken.

8 I am exhausted and completely crushed. My groans come from an anguished heart.

9 You know what I long for, Lord; you hear my every sigh.

10 My heart beats wildly, my strength fails, and I am going blind.

11 My loved ones and friends stay away, fearing my disease. Even my own family stands at a distance.

12 Meanwhile, my enemies lay traps to kill me. Those who wish me harm make plans to ruin me. All day long they plan their treachery.

13 But I am deaf to all their threats. I am silent before them as one who cannot speak.

14 I choose to hear nothing, and I make no reply.

15 For I am waiting for you, O LORD . You must answer for me, O Lord my God.

16 I prayed, “Don’t let my enemies gloat over me or rejoice at my downfall.”

17 I am on the verge of collapse, facing constant pain.

18 But I confess my sins; I am deeply sorry for what I have done.

19 I have many aggressive enemies; they hate me without reason.

20 They repay me evil for good and oppose me for pursuing good.

21 Do not abandon me, O LORD . Do not stand at a distance, my God.

22 Come quickly to help me, O Lord my savior.

The Message Bible MSG

1 Take a deep breath, God; calm down - don't be so hasty with your punishing rod.

2 Your sharp-pointed arrows of rebuke draw blood; my backside smarts from your caning.

3 I've lost twenty pounds in two months because of your accusation. My bones are brittle as dry sticks because of my sin.

4 I'm swamped by my bad behavior, collapsed under gunnysacks of guilt.

5 The cuts in my flesh stink and grow maggots because I've lived so badly.

6 And now I'm flat on my face feeling sorry for myself morning to night.

7 All my insides are on fire, my body is a wreck.

8 I'm on my last legs; I've had it - my life is a vomit of groans.

9 Lord, my longings are sitting in plain sight, my groans an old story to you.

10 My heart's about to break; I'm a burned-out case. Cataracts blind me to God and good;

11 old friends avoid me like the plague. My cousins never visit, my neighbors stab me in the back.

12 My competitors blacken my name, devoutly they pray for my ruin.

13 But I'm deaf and mute to it all, ears shut, mouth shut.

14 I don't hear a word they say, don't speak a word in response.

15 What I do, God, is wait for you, wait for my Lord, my God - you will answer!

16 I wait and pray so they won't laugh me off, won't smugly strut off when I stumble.

17 I'm on the edge of losing it - the pain in my gut keeps burning.

18 I'm ready to tell my story of failure, I'm no longer smug in my sin.

19 My enemies are alive and in action, a lynch mob after my neck.

20 I give out good and get back evil from God-haters who can't stand a God-lover.

21 Don't dump me, God; my God, don't stand me up.

22 Hurry and help me; I want some wide-open space in my life!