To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.
First Version (L.M.)
8,8,8,8
1Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not; Nor in thy hot rage chasten me. 2Lord, pity me, for I am weak: Heal me, for my bones vexed be. | 3My soul is also vexed sore; But, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make? 4Return, O Lord, my soul set free; O save me, for thy mercies’ sake. | 5Because those that deceased are Of thee shall no remembrance have; And who is he that will to thee Give praises lying in the grave? | 6I with my groaning weary am, I also all the night my bed Have caused for to swim; and I With tears my couch have watered. | 7Mine eye, consum’d with grief, grows old, Because of all mine enemies. 8Hence from me, wicked workers all; For God hath heard my weeping cries. | 9God hath my supplication heard, My pray’r received graciously 10Sham’d and sore vex’d be all my foes, Sham’d and back turned suddenly. | |