O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger,
neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O Lord;  for I am weak:
O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed:
but thou, O Lord, how long?
Return, O Lord, deliver my soul:
oh save me for thy mercies' sake.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee:
in the grave who shall give thee thanks?
I am weary with my groaning;
all the night make I my bed to swim;
I water my couch with tears.
Mine eye is consumed with grief;
it waxeth old because of all my enemies.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;
for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
The Lord hath heard my supplication;
the Lord will receive my prayer.
Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed:
let them return and be ashamed suddenly.