Domine ne in furore. Psal. vj.
O Lorde rebuke mee not in thine in∣dignation: neither chasten mee in thy displeasure.
Have mercy vpon me, O Lord, for I am weake: O Lorde heale me, for my bones are vexcd.
My soule is also fore troubled: but Lord how long wilt thou pu∣nish me:
Turne thee, O Lord, and deli∣uer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
For in death no man remembreth thee: and who will giue thee thankes in the pit:
I am wearie of my groning, euery night Wash I my ved: and water my couch with my teares.
My beautie is gone for very trouble: and worne away be∣cause of all mine enemies.
Away from mee all ye that worke vanitie: for the Lorde hath heard the voice of my weeping.
The Lord hath heard my petition: the Lord will receiue my prayer.
All mine enemies shalt be confonnded and sore vexed: they shalt be turned backe and put to shame suddenly.