O Lord, rebuke me not in thine indignation: neither chasten me in thy displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am weak: Lord, heal me, for my bones are vexed.
My soul also is sore troubled: but, Lord, how long wilt thou punish me?
Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy's sake.
For in death no man remembereth thee: and who will give thee thanks in the pit?
I am weary of my groaning; every night wash I my bed: and water my couch with my tears.
My beauty is gone for very trouble: and worn away because of all mine enemies.
Away from me, all ye that work vanity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
The Lord hath heard my petition: the Lord will receive my prayer.
All mine enemies shall be confounded, and sore vexed: they shall be turned back, and put to shame suddenly.