Ps 38 (King James)

   ¹ O lord, rebuke me not in thy wrath: neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure. ² For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore. ³ There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin. ⁴ For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me. ⁵ My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness. ⁶ I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long. ⁷ For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh. ⁸ I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart. ⁹ Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee. ¹⁰ My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me. ¹¹ My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.
   ¹² They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long. ¹³ But I, as a deaf man, heard not; and I was as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth. ¹⁴ Thus I was as a man that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no reproofs. ¹⁵ For in thee, O LORD, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God. ¹⁶ For I said, Hear me, lest otherwise they should rejoice over me: when my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me. ¹⁷ For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me. ¹⁸ For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin. ¹⁹ But mine enemies are lively, and they are strong: and they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied. ²⁰ They also that render evil for good are mine adversaries; because I follow the thing that good is. ²¹ Forsake me not, O LORD: O my God, be not far from me. ²² Make haste to help me, O Lord my salvation.

Ps 38 (Vulgate)

   ¹ In finem, ipsi Idithun. Canticum David.
   ² [Dixi : Custodiam vias meas :
ut non delinquam in lingua mea.
Posui ori meo custodiam,
cum consisteret peccator adversum me.
   ³ Obmutui, et humiliatus sum, et silui a bonis ;
et dolor meus renovatus est.
   ⁴ Concaluit cor meum intra me ;
et in meditatione mea exardescet ignis.
   ⁵ Locutus sum in lingua mea :
Notum fac mihi, Domine, finem meum,
et numerum dierum meorum quis est,
ut sciam quid desit mihi.
   ⁶ Ecce mensurabiles posuisti dies meos,
et substantia mea tamquam nihilum ante te.
Verumtamen universa vanitas, omnis homo vivens.
   ⁷ Verumtamen in imagine pertransit homo ;
sed et frustra conturbatur :
thesaurizat, et ignorat cui congregabit ea.
   ⁸ Et nunc quæ est exspectatio mea : nonne Dominus ?
et substantia mea apud te est.
   ⁹ Ab omnibus iniquitatibus meis erue me :
opprobrium insipienti dedisti me.
   ¹⁰ Obmutui, et non aperui os meum,
quoniam tu fecisti ;
   ¹¹ amove a me plagas tuas.
   ¹² A fortitudine manus tuæ ego defeci in increpationibus :
propter iniquitatem corripuisti hominem.
Et tabescere fecisti sicut araneam animam ejus :
verumtamen vane conturbatur omnis homo.
   ¹³ Exaudi orationem meam, Domine, et deprecationem meam ;
auribus percipe lacrimas meas.
Ne sileas, quoniam advena ego sum apud te,
et peregrinus sicut omnes patres mei.
   ¹⁴ Remitte mihi, ut refrigerer
priusquam abeam et amplius non ero.]