[1] Rebuke me not O God in thyne anger: neither chasten me in thy heauie displeasure[2]For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore[3]There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne[4]For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare[5]My woundes stinke and are corrupt: through my foolishnes[6]I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long[7]For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body[8]I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart[9]Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee[10]My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me[11]My louers and my neygbours dyd stande on the other syde lokyng vpon my plague: and my kinsmen stoode a farre of[12]They also that sought after my lyfe layde snares [for me]: and they that went about to do me euyll, talked of wickednesse, and imagined deceipt all the day long[13]As for me, as one deafe I woulde not heare: and [I was] as one that is dumbe [who] coulde not open his mouth[14]I became euen as a man that heareth not: and who hath no replies in his mouth[15]For on thee O God I haue wayted: thou shalt aunswere for me O Lorde my God[16]For I sayde [heare me] lest that they shoulde triumph on me: who auaunce [them selues] greatly agaynst me when my foote doth slyp[17]Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght[18]Because I confesse my wickednesse: and am sory for my sinne[19]But myne enemies lyuyng [without payne] are mightie: & they that hate me wrongfully are increased in number[20]They also that rewarde euyl for good are agaynst me: because I folowe the thyng that is good[21]Forsake me not O God: O my Lorde be not thou farre fro me[22]Haste thee to helpe me: O Lorde my saluation