The Whole Booke of Psalmes ‎#32

32. Psalme 6

1 Lord in thy wrath reprove me not,
thou I deserve thine ire:
Ne yet correct me in thy rage,
O Lord I thee desire.
For I am weake, therefore O Lord
of mercy me forbeare:
And heale me Lord, for why? thou knowest,
my bones do quake for feare.

2 My soule is troubled very sore,
and vexed vehemently:
But Lord how long wilt thou delay
to cure my misery?
Lord turne thee to thy wonted grace,
my silly soule up take:
O Save me not for my deserts,
but for thy mercies sake.

3 For why? no man among the dead
remembreth thee one whit:
Or who shall worship thee o Lord
in the infernall pit?
So grievous is my plaint and mone,
that I waxe wondrous faint:
All the night long I wash my bed
with teares of my complaint.

4 My sight is dim and waxeth old
with anguish of my heart:
For feare of those that be my foes
and would my soule subvert.
But now away from me all yee
that worke iniquitie:
For why? the Lord hath heard the voice
of my complaint and cry.

5 he heard not onely the request,
and prayer of my heart:
But it received at my hands,
and tooke it in good part.
And now my foes that vexed me,
the Lord will sonne defame:
And sodainely confound them all
to their rebuke and shame.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord in thy wrath reprove me not
• Title: Psalme 6
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1621
• Notes: Public domain.

Tune Information

• Name: [Lord in thy wrath reprove me not]
• harmonizer: G. Kirby
• Incipit: 55534 32134 56453
• Key: d minor or modal