Andre Beauneveu, before 1402

Domine, ne in furore

O God, do not rebuke me in your anger; do not punish me in your wrath.
 

For your arrows have already pierced me, and your hand presses hard upon me.
 

There is no health in my flesh, because of your indignation; there is no soundness in my body, because of my sin.
 

For my iniquities overwhelm me; like a heavy burden they are too much for me to bear.
 

My wounds stink and fester by reason of my foolishness.
 

I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; I go about in mourning all the day long.

Bathsheba Bathing and David sends Uriah to the battle front, Book of Hours for use of Bourges, C. 1500,

I am utterly numb and crushed; I wail, because of the groaning of my heart.
 

O God, you know all my desires, and my sighing is not hidden from you.
 

My heart is pounding, my strength has failed me, and the brightness of my eyes is gone from me.
 

My friends and companions draw back from my affliction; my neighbors stand afar off.
 

Those who seek after my life lay snares for me; those who strive to hurt me speak of my ruin

and plot treachery all the day long.
 

But I am like the deaf who do not hear, like those who are mute and do not open their mouth.
 

I have become like one who does not hear and from whose mouth comes no defense.
 

For in you, O God, have I fixed my hope; you will answer me, O my God.
 

For I said, “Do not let them rejoice at my expense, those who gloat over me when my foot slips.”

David flees Jerusalem, Petrus Comestor's Bible Historiale, 1372

I will confess my iniquity and be sorry for my sin.
 

Those who are my enemies without cause are mighty, and many in number are those who wrongfully hate me.
 

Those who repay evil for good slander me, because I follow the course that is right.
 

O Holy One, do not forsake me; be not far from me, O my God.
 

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