Psalm 38.1-8 A Psalm of David, for the memorial offering.
O LORD, rebuke me not in Your anger, nor discipline me in Your wrath! For Your arrows have sunk into me, and Your hand has come down on me. There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin. For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me. My wounds stink and fester because of my foolishness, I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning. For my sides are filled with burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh. I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.
Lord, is there unconfessed sin in my life, where have I not cried out to You in contrition, seeking Your forgiveness and healing? Where is the rotten and foul stench of sin still hiding the sweet aroma of Your companionship? Where do I need to cry out,