1Yo God, don’t come at me with your wrath vibes; chill with the heat, fr.

2Your arrows got me pinned down, and your hand’s pressing mad hard, no cap.

3My body’s feeling sus 'cause of your anger; can’t catch a break with my sin, periodt.

4My wrongs are weighing me down like a heavy backpack; can’t deal with this load, it’s too much.

5My wounds are straight-up gross and messed up 'cause I did some dumb stuff.

6I’m stressed and feeling low-key wrecked; been mourning all day, no cap.

7My insides are all kinds of messed up; ain't no good vibes in my flesh.

8I’m weak and broken, just roaring inside 'cause my heart's in chaos.

9God, you know all my desires; my groans ain’t hidden from you, fr.

10My heart's racing, my strength is fading; the light in my eyes is totally gone.

11My peeps and friends are keeping their distance from my pain; even my fam is far away.

12Those trying to take me down are setting traps; they’re spreading lies and scheming all day.

13But I, like, didn’t hear anything; I was like a mute person, no words coming out.

14I was like a dude who just can’t hear, and my mouth had no comebacks, fr.

15I’m putting my hope in you, God; I know you’ll hear me, for real.

16I said, "Hear me out, or they’ll be hyped when I trip; they’re just waiting to flex on me."

17I’m ready to give up, and my sadness is always there, no cap.

18I’m owning up to my wrongs; I’m genuinely sorry for my sin.

19But my enemies are alive and thriving; those who hate me for no reason are leveling up.

20Those who repay good with bad are my foes; I’m just trying to do what’s right.

21Don’t leave me hanging, God; don’t be distant from me, please.

22Hurry up and help me, God; you’re my only salvation, fr.

1O Lord, rebuke me not in thy wrath: neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

2For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.

3There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

4For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

5My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.

6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

7For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.

8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

9Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.

10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.

11My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.

12They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.

13But I, as a deaf man, heard not; and I was as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth.

14Thus I was as a man that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no reproofs.

15For in thee, O Lord, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.

16For I said, Hear me, lest otherwise they should rejoice over me: when my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me.

17For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.

18For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin.

19But mine enemies are lively, and they are strong: and they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied.

20They also that render evil for good are mine adversaries; because I follow the thing that good is.

21Forsake me not, O Lord: O my God, be not far from me.

22Make haste to help me, O Lord my salvation.