A Psalm For The Sick

O Lord, in Your displeasure, do not rebuke me; in Your fury, do not discipline me. Your arrows have struck deep within me, and Your hand weighs heavily upon me. There is no health in my body due to Your wrath; my bones are not whole because of my transgressions. My sins have overwhelmed me; they bear down on me like an unbearable weight. My sores are foul and festering, a result of my foolishness. I am deeply bent over, mourning all day long. My loins ache with burning pain, and I find no relief in my flesh. I feel numb and utterly broken, groaning from the anguish within my heart. O Lord, all my longings are known to You; my sighing is not hidden from You. My heart beats wildly, my strength is slipping away; even the light of my eyes has dimmed. I am on the verge of collapse, and my sorrow clings to me constantly. Truly, I confess my guilt; I mourn for my sins. Do not abandon me, O Lord; do not distance Yourself from me, my God! Hurry to my aid, O Lord, my Savior. Reveal to me, O Lord, my end and the count of my days, so that I may understand my weakness. You have made my days so brief, and my life is like nothing before You; merely a breath is human existence. Listen to my prayer, O Lord, and hear my cry; do not turn away from my weeping! For I am just a stranger before You, a traveler like all my ancestors. Turn Your eyes from me that I may find relief, before I vanish and am no more.