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To the chief Musician, on Neginoth, upon Sheminith: A Psalm of David. O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure. Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed. My soul is also sore vexed: But thou, O Lord, how long? Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: Oh save me for thy mercies' sake. For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In the grave who shall give thee thanks? I am weary with my groaning; All the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears. And in thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple. Mine eye is consumed because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine enemies. Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; For the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping. The Lord hath heard my supplication; The Lord will receive my prayer. Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: Let them return and be ashamed suddenly. _____________________________ Text is in the Public Domain. Layout: Copyright © 2002 S.G.P. All rights reserved. |
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