14 Be glad, O ye just, and rejoice in the Lord: and glory all ye that are right of heart.
Glory, etc.
Psalm XXXVII. Domine, ne in furore.
1. David’s extreme anguish. 15. He hopes in God. 18. His resignation and grief. 22. Prayer.
1 O Lord, rebuke me not in thine indignation: nor chastise me in thy wrath.
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me: and thou hast laid thy hand heavily upon me.
3 There is no health in my flesh because of thy wrath; there is no rest to my bones, because of my sins.
4 For my iniquities are gone over my head: and, like a heavy burden, press sorely upon me.
5 My wounds have putrified and are corrupt, because of my foolishness.
6 I am become miserable, and am bowed down even to the end: I go sorrowfully all the day long.
7 For my loins are filled with illusions: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am afflicted and humbled exceedingly: I have roared for the groaning of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before thee: and my groaning is not hidden from thee.
10 My heart is troubled, my strength hath failed me: the very light of mine eyes is gone from me.
11 My friends and my neighbours drew near, and stood up against me.
12 They that were once nigh me stood afar off: and they that sought after my soul did violence against me.
13 And they that sought to do me evil talked vanities: and imagined deceits all the day long.
