Psalm 38

My iniquities overwhelm me,

a burden too heavy for me.

Foul and festering are my sores

because of my folly.

I am stooped and deeply bowed;

every day I go about mourning.

My loins burn with fever;

there is no wholesomeness in my flesh.

I am numb and utterly crushed;

I wail with anguish of heart.

Pray for me dear Mother of God.