O LORD, rebuke me not in thine indignation,
Neither chasten me in thy displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD, 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 mercies' 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.
Away from me, all ye that work vanity;
For the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.
The LORD hath heard my petition;
The LORD will receive my prayer.
All mine enemies shall be confounded, and sore vexed;
They shall be turned back, and put to shame suddenly.
Glory be to the Father,
And to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,
World without end. Amen.