Psalm 38 (Rhyming)
(1) My Sin Anguishes Me
God, in your anger, resist the urge to scold,
In Your fury, don’t let discipline unfold.
Deep into my flesh, Your arrows descend,
Your power penetrates my core to no end.
All throughout my flesh, Your wrath reverberates,
Down to my bones, my own corruption resonates.
With sin up to my head, I am fully buried,
My corruption’s too heavy—it can’t even be carried.
My flaws are like a wound that festers and decays,
And it grows more infected thanks my foolish ways.
I’m fully bent over—my face on the ground,
All the day long, my cries will resound.
I feel seared and scorched, down to my core,
My body isn’t fully intact anymore.
I’m weak and feeble, pulverized to debris,
I bellow out loud, setting my inner moanings free.
(9) Others Despise Me
You know my desires, they’re fully revealed,
You hear my sighs, Lord, they aren’t concealed.
My strength is gone, as my heart wanders around,
The light in my eyes is nowhere to be found.
Because of my disease, my friends don’t come near,
And even my family stands in the clear.
Wanting me dead, some have me in their gaze,
They threaten me with their destructive ways,
And devise tricks for me all of their days.
(13) God, Help Me
I’m like a deaf person who hears no sound,
Or like the mute whose voice can’t be found.
I’m like someone who can’t hear a word,
In my mouth, there’s no argument to be heard.
God, You’re the one I wait on,
You will most definitely respond.
I hope they don’t celebrate because of me,
When I mess up, they’re gonna cheer with glee.
Set up to fall, I limp along,
Enduring a pain that’s far too strong.
I made mistakes and admitted them for all to see,
My mistakes let anxiety grab ahold of me.
I have countless enemies, full of might,
But they’re wrong to view me with so much spite.
Repaying evil for good is what some people do,
Those people oppose me, since “good” is what I pursue.
Don’t walk away or let me be,
Please, God, don’t go far away from me.
“Quick, help me out,” I plea,
The Existing One is a rescue to me.
