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Ps 38:1 King James A Psalm of David, to bring to remembrance. O LORD, rebuke me not in thy wrath: neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

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A Commentary, Critical, Practical, and Explanatory on the Old and New Testaments, by Robert Jamieson, A.R. Fausset and David Brown [1882]
To bring to remembrance, or, remind God of His mercy and himself of his sin. Appealing to God for relief from His heavy chastisement, the Psalmist avows his integrity before men, complains of the defection of friends and persecution of enemies, and in a submissive spirit, casting himself on God, with penitent confession he pleads God's covenant relation and his innocence of the charges of his enemies, and prays for divine comfort and help. (Psa. 38:1-22)

He deprecates deserved punishment, which is described (Psa 6:1), under the figure of bodily disease [Psa 38:3].
 
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3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
1 To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
1 To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
1 To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
14 I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.
3 Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.
7 For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
6 From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
5 My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
5 My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
4 For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.
4 For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
7 As for Samaria, her king is cut off as the foam upon the water.
35 Thou hast also given me the shield of thy salvation: and thy right hand hath holden me up, and thy gentleness hath made me great.
6 For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south.
19 Arise, O LORD; let not man prevail: let the heathen be judged in thy sight.
5 Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
1 To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
4 Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.
5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?
6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.
9 The LORD hath heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.
10 Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.