Don't Rebuke Me in Your Anger

1Unto the end, in verses, a psalm for David, for the octave. [2] O Lord, rebuke me not in thy indignation, nor chastise me in thy wrath.

2{3}Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

3{4}And my soul is troubled exceedingly: but thou, O Lord, how long?

4{5}Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy's sake.

5{6}For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell?

6{7}I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

7{8}My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.

8{9}Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

9{10}The Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my prayer.

10{11}Let all my enemies be ashamed, and be very much troubled: let them be turned back, and be ashamed very speedily.