While lasts thy dread resentment! Lord, forbear

1 While lasts thy dread resentment! Lord, forbear;
Displeas'd, thy chastisements are too severe.
2 Have mercy, Lord--a languid weakness reigns;
Heal my distemper'd bones, and ease my pains.
3 Incessant ills my anguish'd soul distress;
How long wilt thou delay, till thou redress?
4 Still I'll implore thee--turn, dread father, turn,
Nor let thy mercy leave me thus forlorn.
5 In death of thee we no remembrance have,
And who can praise thee in the silent grave?
6 Heaves my sad breast the live-long night with sighs;
Suff8s'd with constant streams my sleepless eyes;
My bed I water with the briny flood;
Swims my wet couch with tears, O pitying God;
7 No more with florid Health my visage glows;
The lilly now looks pale, where blush'd the rose;
My sight's impair'd, my body wears away,
While cruel foes haste on the swift decay!
8 Far hence, ye impious crouds; the Lord hath heard
My earnest pray'r, my anguish'd soul he 'as chear'd;
9 My earnest pray'r I've not preferr'd in vain;
My earnest pray'r my God will not disdain.
10 Confusion shall be theirs, that vex my soul;
Their causeless enmity shall meet controul;
With sudden terror seiz'd, lo! back they turn,
No more I'm harrast, and no more I mourn.

Source: New Version of the Psalms of David #VI