O Lord, rebuke me not in thine indignation:
Neither chasten me in thy heavy displeasure
Have mercy upon me, O God, for I am weak:
O Lord, heal me, for my bones are vexed
My soul also is sore troubled:
But, Lord, how long wilt thou punish me?
Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my soul:
O save me for thy mercy's sake
For in death no man remembereth thee:
And who will give thee thanks in the pit?
I am weary of my groaning:
Every night wash I my bed, and water my couch with my tears
My beauty is gone for very trouble:
And worn away because of all mine enemies