1 Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not,
Nor in thy hot wrath chasten me,
2 Lord pity me, for I am weak;
Lord heal me, for my bones vex'd be.
3 Also my soul is vexed sore:
How long, Lord, wilt thou me forsake?
4 Return, O Lord, my soul release:
O save me for thy mercies sake.
5 In death no mem'ry is of thee,
And who shall praise thee in the grave?
6 I faint with groans: all night my bed
Swims: I with tears my couch wash'd have.
7 Mine eye with grief is dim and old,
Because of all mine enemies.
8 But now depart away from me,
All ye that work iniquities:
Because Jehovah now hath heard
The voice of these my weeping tears;
9 The Lord hat heard my humble suit,
Jehovah will receive my pray'rs.
10 Let all mine enemies be asham'd,
And greatly troubled let them be:
Yea, let them be returned back,
And be ashamed suddenly.
|First Line:||Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not|
|Title:||To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David|