In Thy Great Indignation, Lord

In Thy great in­dig­na­tion

Lord

Do Thou re­buke me not;

Nor on me lay Thy chast­en­ing hand

In Thy dis­plea­sure hot.

For in me fast Thine ar­rows stick

Thy hand doth press me sore;

And in my flesh there is no health

Nor sound­ness any more.

This grief I have be­cause Thy wrath

Is forth against me gone;

And in my bones there is no rest

For sin that I have done.

Because gone up ab­ove my head

My great trans­gress­ions be;

And

as a weigh­ty bur­den

they

Too hea­vy are for me.

My wounds are pu­trid and cor­rupt;

My fol­ly makes it so.

I trou­bled am

and much bowed down;

All day I mourn­ing go.

For a dis­ease which loath­some is

So fills my loins with pain

That in my weak and wea­ry flesh

No sound­ness doth re­main.

So fee­ble and in­firm am I

And brok­en am so sore

That

through dis­qui­et of my heart

I have been made to roar.

O Lord

all that I do de­sire

Is still be­fore Thy eye;

And of my heart the sec­ret groans

Not hid­den are from Thee.

My heart doth pant in­ces­sant­ly

My strength doth quite de­cay;

As for my eyes

their wont­ed light

Is from me gone away.

My lov­ers and my friends do stand

At dist­ance from my sore;

And they do stand aloof who were

Kinsmen and kind be­fore.

Yea

they who seek my life lay snares;

And they who would me wrong

Have spok­en mis­chief

and de­ceits

Imagined all day long.

But as one deaf

I did not hear

I suf­fered all to pass;

And as a dumb man I be­came

Whose mouth not op­ened was.

As one that hears not

in whose mouth

Are no re­proofs at all:

For

Lord

I hope in Thee

my God

Will hear me when I call.

Because I said

Hear me

lest they

Rejoice o’er me with pride;

And o’er me mag­ni­fy them­selves

Because my foot doth slide.

For I am near to halt

my grief

Is still be­fore my eye;

I will de­clare my sin

and grieve

For my ini­qui­ty.

But yet my foes are full of life

My ene­mies are strong;

And they are great­ly mul­ti­plied

Who hate and would me wrong.

And they for good who ren­der ill

As en’mies me with­stood;

They are my bit­ter foes be­cause

I fol­low what is good.

Forsake me not

O Lord; my God

Far from me nev­er be.

O Lord

Thou my sal­va­tion art

In haste give help to me.