Psalms

1Unto the end, in verses, a psalm for David, for the octave.

2O Lord, rebuke me not in thy indignation, nor chastise me in thy wrath.

3Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

4And my soul is troubled exceedingly: but thou, O Lord, how long?

5Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy’s sake.

6For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell?

7I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

8My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.

9Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

10The Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my prayer.

11Let all my enemies be ashamed, and be very much troubled: let them be turned back, and be ashamed very speedily.

To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

1O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

2Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?

4Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.

5For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?

6I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

7Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

8Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.

9The LORD hath heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.

10Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.

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