Текст песни
O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger
Nor discipline me in your wrath
For your arrows have sunk into me
And your hand has come down on me
There is no soundness in my flesh
Because of your indignation
There is no health in my bones
Because of my sin
For my iniquities have gone over my head
Like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me
My wounds stink and fester
Because of my foolishness
I am utterly bowed down and prostrate
All the day I go about mourning
Do not forsake me, O Lord
O my God, be not far from me
Make haste to help me
O Lord, my salvation
For my sides are filled with burning
And there is no soundness in my flesh
I am feeble and crushed
I groan because of the tumult of my heart
O Lord, all my longing is before you
My sighing is not hidden from you
My heart throbs; my strength fails me
And the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me
My friends and companions stand aloof from my plague
And my nearest kin stand far off
Those who seek my life lay their snares
Those who seek my hurt speak of ruin
And meditate treachery all day long
Do not forsake me, O Lord
O my God, be not far from me
Make haste to help me
O Lord, my salvation
But I am like a deaf man; I do not hear
Like a mute man who does not open his mouth
I have become like a man who does not hear
And in whose mouth are no rebukes
But for you, O Lord, do I wait
It is you, O Lord my God, who will answer
For I said, "Only let them not rejoice over me
Who boast against me when my foot slips
For I am ready to fall
And my pain is ever before me
Do not forsake me, O Lord
O my God, be not far from me
Make haste to help me
O Lord, my salvation
I confess my iniquity