In favour, Lord, return again,
my soul from death set free,
And for thy boundlesse mercies sake,
save and deliver mee.
[verse 5] For none that sleep in death can thee
once in remembrance have;
Or, who, O Lord, shall praise thy name,
that dwelleth in the grave?
[verse 6] My mourning hath quite weari'd me,
while no relief appears;
Each night I make my bed to swim,
and wash it with my tears.
[verse 7] Sorrow and indignation quite
fret and consume mine eyes,
And they wax dim and old, because
of all mine enemies.
[verse 8] Get you away from me, all ye
that work iniquity;
The Lord himself hath heard my voice,
my weeping, and my cry.
[verse 9] The Lord my supplication
and sute hath heard ev'n now;
The Lord will always graciously
receive my pray'r I know.
[verse 10] Let them be vexed sore and sham'd,
that enemies are to me;
Yea, let them all turn suddenly
back, and ashamed be.