¶ To the Chanter in Neginoth upon Sheminith, a Psalm of David. Oh LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger: Oh chasten me not in thy heavy displeasure. Have mercy upon me (O LORD) for I am weak: O LORD heal me, for all my bones are vexed. My soul also is in great trouble, but LORD, how long? Turn thee (O LORD) and deliver my soul: Oh save me for thy mercies' sake. For in death no man remembereth thee: Oh who will give thee thanks in the hell? I am weary of groaning: every night wash I my bed, and water my couch with my tears. My countenance is changed for very inward grief, I consume away, I have so many enemies.
¶ Away from me all ye wicked doers, for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping. The LORD hath heard my humble petition, the LORD hath received my prayer. All mine enemies shall be confounded and sore vexed: yea they shall be turned back and put to shame, and that right soon.