Psalm 6

LOrd, let not thy rebukes on me
in wrath inflicted be,
And in thy burning anger, Lord,
forbear to chasten me.
Be gracious unto me, O Lord,
for I am weak and sore,
Lord, heal me, for my very bones
are troubled more and more.

Yea, and my heavy soul in me
is vext exceedingly;
But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay
to cure my misery?
In favour, Lord, return again,
my soul from death set free,
And for thy boundlesse mercies sake,
save and deliver mee.

For none that sleep in death can thee
once in remembrance have;
Or, who, O Lord, shall praise thy name,
that dwelleth in the grave?
My mourning hath quite weari'd me,
while no relief appears;
Each night I make my bed to swim,
and wash it with my tears.

Sorrow and indignation quite
fret and consume mine eyes,
And they wax dim and old, because
of all mine enemies.
Get you away from me, all ye
that work iniquity;
The Lord himself hath heard my voice,
my weeping, and my cry.

The Lord my supplication
and sute hath heard ev'n now;
The Lord will always graciously
receive my pray'r I know.
Let them be vexed sore and sham'd,
that enemies are to me;
Yea, let them all turn suddenly
back, and ashamed be.