1 Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not;Nor in thy hot rage chasten me.
2 Lord, pity me, for I am weak:Heal me, for my bones vexed be.
3 My soul is also vexed sore;But, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make?
4 Return, O Lord, my soul set free;O save me, for thy mercies' sake.
5 Because those that deceased areOf thee shall no remembrance have;And who is he that will to theeGive praises lying in the grave?
6 I with my groaning weary am,I also all the night my bedHave caused for to swim; and IWith tears my couch have watered.
7 Mine eye, consum'd with grief, grows old,Because of all mine enemies.