1 O Lord, rebuke me not in wrath,
Nor in thine anger chasten me:
2 LORD, pity; I am weak: Lord heal;
My bones are vex'd exceedingly.
3 My soul is also in distress:
How long delay, LORD, wilt Thou make?
4 Return, O LORD; my soul relieve;
O save me for thy mercies sake.

5 Shall the dead praise Thee in the grave?
Of Thee no mem'ry there have they.
6 I'm tir'd with groans: by night my bed
With tears swims, and my couch by day.
7 Mine eye consum'd with grief grows old,
Because of all mine enemies:
8 But now depart away from me,
All ye who work iniquities;

Because JEHOVAH now hath heard
The voice of my lamenting tears:
9 The LORD hath heard my humble suit,
JEHOVAH will accept my pray'rs.
10 Let all my foes be put to shame,
And greatly troubled let them be.
Yea let them be returned back,
And made ashamed speedily.