O Lord, rebuke me not in thine indignation, neither chasten me in thy displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for
I am weak;
O Lord, heal me, for my bones are vexed.
My soul
also is sore troubled;
but, Lord, how long wilt thou punish
me? Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my soul;
O save me for
thy mercy's sake.
For in death no man remembereth thee;
and who will give thee thanks in the pit?
I am weary of my groaning;
every night wash I my bed, and
water my couch with my tears.
My beauty is gone for very trouble, and worn away because of all mine enemies.
Away from me, all ye that work vanity;
for the Lord hath
heard the voice of my weeping.
The Lord hath heard my petition;
the Lord will receive my prayer.
All mine enemies
shall be confounded, and sore vexed;
they shall be turned
back, and put to shame suddenly.