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I will praise the LORD!


April snow in Rachette Park, Orleans, ON — photo by David Kitz

Of David. A maskil.

When I kept silent,
    my bones wasted away
    through my groaning all day long.
For day and night
    your hand was heavy on me;
my strength was sapped
    as in the heat of summer.

Then I acknowledged my sin to you
    and did not cover up my iniquity.
I said, “I will confess
    my transgressions to the LORD.”
And you forgave
    the guilt of my sin.

  (Psalm 32:3-5, NIV)