PSAL. VI.
LOr•…•…, though thine anger I deserve, in wrath rebuke me not;
Nor on me lay thy chastening hand in thy displeasure hot.
[verse 2] Lord, I am weak, therefore on me have mercy, and me spare;
And heal me, Lord, because thou know'st my bones much vexed are.
[verse 3] My soule is troubled very sore, and vexed vehemently;
But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay to cure my misery?
[verse 4] Lord, turne thee to thy wonted grace, my soule from griefe set free;
And for thy boundlesse mercies sake save, and deliver mee.
[verse 5] For of thee in the house of death they no remembrance have:
Who with his tongue shall give thee thanks that sleepeth in the grave?
[verse 6] I with my groaning wearied am, while no release appeares;
Each night I cause my bed to swim, and wash it with my teares.