1 Dauid lying ſicke of ſome grieuous diſeaſe, acknowledgeth him ſelf to be chaſtiſed of the Lord for his ſinnes, & therefore praieth God to turne away his wrath. 5 He vttereth the greatnes of his grief by manie wordes & circumſtances, as wounded with the arrowes of Gods ire, forſaken of his friends, euil intreated of his enemies. 22 But in the end with firme confidence he commendeth his cauſe to God, & hopeth for ſpedie helpe at his hand.
¶ A Pſalme of Dauid for
aremembrance.
7.For my reines are ful of burning, & there is nothing ſounde in my fleſh.
9.Lord, I powre my whole deſire before thee, and my ſighing is not hid from thee.
12.They alſo, that ſeke after my life, laye ſnares, and they that go about to do me euil, talke wicked things and imagine deceite continually.
14.Thus am I as a man, that heareth not, & in whoſe mouth are no reprofes.
15.For on thee, ô Lord, do I waite: thou wilt heare me, my Lord, my God.
18.When I declare my peine, & am ſorie for my ſinne,
21.Forſake me not, ô Lord: be not thou farre from me, my God.