Psalm 38 Jubilee Bible 2000 (JUB)
A Psalm of David, to bring to remembrance.
1 ¶ O LORD, rebuke me not in thy wrath: neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presses me sore.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
4 For my iniquities are gone over my head; as a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
5 My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7 For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease, and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am feeble and sore broken; I roar by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before thee, and my groaning is not hid from thee.
10 My heart pants, my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.
11 My friends and my companions stand aloof from my sore, and my kinsmen stand afar off.
12 ¶ Those that seek after my life lay snares for me, and those that seek my hurt speak calamities and imagine deceits all the day long.
13 But I, as a deaf man heard not, and was as a dumb man that did not open his mouth.
14 Thus I was as a man that does not hear, and in whose mouth are no reproofs.
15 For thee, O LORD, do I wait; thou wilt respond, O Lord my God.
16 For I said, Let them not rejoice over me; let them not magnify themselves against me when my foot slips.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
18 Therefore I will declare my iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin.
19 For my enemies are alive, and they are strong, and those that hate me wrongfully are multiplied;
20 rendering evil for good they are against me because I follow that which is good.
21 Forsake me not, O LORD; O my God, be not far from me.
22 Make haste to help me, O Lord my salvation.
Psalm 38 New International Version (NIV)
A psalm of David. A petition.
1 Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger
5 My wounds fester and are loathsome
9 All my longings lie open before you, Lord;
13 I am like the deaf, who cannot hear,
17 For I am about to fall,
21 Lord, do not forsake me;