Let your fury turn, O God, and your wrath no more be shown; heavy weighs your hand on me, keenly all my sins I own. Broken is my body's health, wracked with pain in every part; crushed and numb, I have no words for the groaning of my heart. All my longings you know well; you perceive each sigh and ache: how my strength and vision fail, how my one-time friends forsake. Some revile and slander me, yet I shun their noisy strife; for I trust in you, my God; only you can give me life. Save me from the cynics' gaze, gloating more as I grow weak, those who hate me without cause, who disdain the good I seek. Leave me not in my distress; be not far away from me; hasten to my aid, O God, who alone can set me free.