1. Unto 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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