1 In thy great indignätion, O Lord, rebuke me not; Nor on me lay thy chast'ning hand, in thy displeasure hot. 2 Lord, I am weak, therefore on me have mercy, and me spare: Heal me, O Lord, because thou know'st my bones much vexèd are. 3 My soul is vexèd sore: but, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make? 4 Return, Lord, free my soul; and save me, for thy mercies' sake. 5 Because of thee in death there shall no more remembrance be: Of those that in the grave do lie, who shall give thanks to thee? 6 I with my groaning weary am, and all the night my bed I causèd for to swim; with tears my couch I waterèd. 7 By reason of my vexing grief mine eye consumèd is; It waxeth old, because of all that be mine enemies. 8 But now, depart from me all ye that work iniquity: For why? the Lord hath heard my voice, when I did mourn and cry. 9 Unto my supplicätion the Lord did hearing give: When I to him my prayèr make, the Lord will it receive. 10 Let all be shamed and troubled sore, that en'mies are to me; Let them turn back, and suddenly ashamèd let them be.