Psalms 6. Domine, ne in furore.
O LORD, rebuke me not in thine indignation, * neither chasten
me in thy displeasure.
2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am weak; * O LORD, heal me,
for my bones are vexed.
3 My soul also is sore troubled: * but, LORD, how long wilt thou
4 Turn thee, O LORD, and deliver my soul; * O save me, for thy
5 For in death no man remembereth thee; * and who will give thee
thanks in the pit?
6 I am weary of my groaning; * every night wash I my bed, and
water my couch with my tears.
7 My beauty is gone for very trouble, * and worn away because
of all mine enemies.
8 Away from me, all ye that work iniquity; * for the LORD hath
heard the voice of my weeping.
9 The LORD hath heard my petition; * the LORD will receive my
10 All mine enemies shall be confounded, and sore vexed; * they
shall be turned back, and put to shame suddenly.