1 Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not; Nor in thy hot rage chasten me. 2 Lord, pity me, for I am weak: Heal me, for my bones vexèd be. 3 My soul is also vexèd sore; But, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make? 4 Return, O Lord, my soul set free; O save me, for thy mercies' sake. 5 Because those that deceasèd are Of thee shall no remembrance have; And who is he that will to thee Give praises lying in the grave? 6 I with my groaning weary am, I also all the night my bed Have causèd for to swim; and I With tears my couch have waterèd. 7 Mine eye, consumed with grief, grows old, Because of all mine enemies. 8 Hence from me, wicked workers all; For God hath heard my weeping cries. 9 God hath my supplication heard, My prayer receivèd graciously. 10 Shamed and sore vexed be all my foes, Shamed and back turnèd suddenly.