The burden

An old hymn says “The burden of my heart rolled away.”

Psalm 38 truly poignantly of that burden.

For my iniquities have gone over my head;  like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.  My wounds stink and fester because of my foolishness,  I am utterly bowed down and prostrate;  all the day I go about mourning.  For my sides are filled with burning,  and there is no soundness in my flesh.  I am feeble and crushed;  I groan because of the tumult of my heart.  O Lord, all my longing is before you;  my sighing is not hidden from you.  My heart throbs; my strength fails me,  and the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me. 

I stink no more.