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. 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.