1To him that excelleth on Neginoth upon the eith tune. A Psalme of Dauid. O lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chastise me in thy wrath.

2Haue mercie vpon me, O Lord, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.

3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lord how long wilt thou delay?

4Returne, O Lord: deliuer my soule: saue me for thy mercies sake.

5For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the graue who shall prayse thee?

6I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.

7Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.

8Away from mee all ye workers of iniquitie: for the Lord hath heard the voyce of my weeping.

9The Lord hath heard my petition: the Lord will receiue my prayer.

10All mine enemies shall be confounded and sore vexed: they shall be turned backe, and put to shame suddenly.