1 O HEAL me, Lord, for I am weak ;
My bones are vexed with pain ;
Let not thy hot displeasure speak ;
Thy burning wrath restrain.
My soul what sore vexations try !
How long shall they assail ?
Return, and listen to my cry ;
Let mercy, Lord, prevail.

2 Of thee no memory remains
In death's relentless cave ;
To thee ascend no grateful strains
Of glory from the grave :
With ceaseless pain I groan and weep,
So cruel are my foes ;
My very couch in tears I steep,
My bed with grief o'erflows.

3 Depart from me, all who rejoice
Iniquity to share
The Lord hath heard my moaning voice,
And listened to my prayer ;
What though my foes despise the Lord,
And my destruction plot ?
Vexation shall be their reward,
And sudden shame their lot.