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.
8 Hence from me, wicked workers all;For God hath heard my weeping cries.
9 God hath my supplication heard,My pray'r received graciously
10 Sham'd and sore vex'd be all my foes,Sham'd and back turned suddenly.