JuliaSmith(i)
1 Chanting of David to bring to remembrance.
2 O Jehovah, thou wilt not reprove me in thy wrath, and thou wilt not correct me in thine anger.
3 For thine arrows came down upon me, and thy hand will press down upon me.
4 No soundness in my flesh from thy wrath; no peace in my bones from the face of my sins.
5 For mine iniquities passed over my head: as a heavy lifting up they will be loaded above me.
6 My stripes became loathsome: they flowed from the face of my folly.
7 I was moved, I was even greatly bowed down: all the day I went darkened.
8 For my loins were filled with inflammation, and no soundness in my flesh.