Psalm 38

 

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 presseth 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 mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an 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 have roared 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 panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me. 11 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off. 12 They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long. 13 But I, as a deaf man, heard not; and I was as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth. 14 Thus I was as a man that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no reproofs. 15 For in thee, O Lord, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God. 16 For I said, Hear me, lest otherwise they should rejoice over me: when my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me. 17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me. 18 For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin. 19 But mine enemies are lively, and they are strong: and they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied. 20 They also that render evil for good are mine adversaries; because I follow the thing that good is. 21 Forsake me not, O Lord: O my God, be not far from me. 22 Make haste to help me, O Lord my salvation. Prayer :

Abba Father, in the name of Jesus, I come before You, acknowledging my faults and sins. Lord, please do not rebuke me in Your wrath or chasten me in Your hot displeasure. Your arrows have pierced me, and Your hand presses upon me. My own iniquities weigh heavily upon me like a burden too great to bear.

I am troubled, bowed down, and mourning throughout the day. My physical and emotional wounds are evident, a result of my foolishness and sinful ways. My strength fails, and I am feeble and broken. The disquietness of my heart has caused me to roar.

Lord, You see all my desires and hear my groaning. My heart pants, and the light of my eyes seems to fade. Even those close to me stand aloof, and my adversaries plot against me. I feel isolated and helpless.

Yet, in You, O Lord, I place my hope. I declare my iniquity and am sorry for my sins. I confess my need for Your mercy and forgiveness. Even in the midst of my troubles, I trust that You, O Lord, are my salvation.

Do not forsake me, O Lord; be not far from me. Make haste to help me, O Lord, my salvation. I rely on Your grace and mercy, trusting that, in Your perfect love, You will hear my plea and extend Your healing touch to my body, mind, and soul.

In the name of Your Son, Jesus Christ, I pray.

Amen.

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