Psalm VI

Lord in thy wrath rebuke me not
I earnestly [do thee] desire,
(Though my great sin do it deserve)
Correct me not in [burning] ire.

Lord pity me a feeble wretch,
Whom [sin and] dolour weakned hath;
O heal my pained flesh and bones,
Vexed by sin, and [by thy] wrath.

My guilty soul doth bear its part
With [pained] flesh in sin and grief;
Lord do not over-long delay
To ease them [both] with [thy] relief.

Return, O Lord, deliver me;
Do not this [sinful] soul forsake,
Pity and save a humbled wretch,
For thy own [tender] mercies sake.

The lifeless Corps in silent dust
Remember not thy [holy] name;
In darksome graves who give thee thanks
Or do thy [glorious] praise proclaim.

My flesh and soul are tired out
With painful groans and [sinful] fears,
The night I spend in woful moans,
And wash my bed [and Touch] with tears.

My feeble eyes do fail with grief,
Consumed by my [daily] woes,
Untimely dimness closeth them,
Increased by my [cruel] foes.

But workers of iniquity
Shall all [with shame] from me depart;
For God doth hear my tears and cries,
And will relieve my [grieved] heart.

He hath, and will receive my suit;
Lord tame thy [servant's] enemies,
Turn them with humbling grief and shame,
Who [Truth and] Righteousness despise