38 1-2 Take a deep breath, God; calm down—
    don’t be so hasty with your punishing rod.
Your sharp-pointed arrows of rebuke draw blood;
    my backside stings from your discipline.

3-4 I’ve lost twenty pounds in two months
    because of your accusation.
My bones are brittle as dry sticks
    because of my sin.
I’m swamped by my bad behavior,
    collapsed under an avalanche of guilt.

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Your arrows(A) have pierced me,
    and your hand has come down on me.
Because of your wrath there is no health(B) in my body;
    there is no soundness in my bones(C) because of my sin.
My guilt has overwhelmed(D) me
    like a burden too heavy to bear.(E)

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