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 my tears.

Mine eye is consumed because of grief;

it waxeth old because of all mine 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: