O Lord, Your arrows have sunk deep into me,
and Your hand has pressed down on me.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your indignation;
my wounds grow foul and fester
For my loins are filled with burning,
I am benumbed and badly crushed;
My heart throbs, my strength fails me;
and the light of my eyes, even that has gone from me.
My loved ones and my friends stand aloof from my plague;
and my kinsmen stand afar off.
Those who seek my life lay snares for me;
and those who seek to injure me have threatened destruction,
and they devise treachery all day long.
Psalm 38: 2 – 3, 5 – 8, 10 – 12