In thy great indignation

Verse 1

In thy great indignation, O Lord, rebuke me not; Nor on me lay thy chast ‘ning hand, in thy displeasure hot.

Verse 2

Lord, I am weak, therefore on me have mercy, and me spare: Heal me, O Lord, because thou know’st my bones much vexed are.

Verse 3

My soul is vexed sore: but, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make?

Verse 4

Return, Lord, free my soul; and save me, for thy mercies’ sake.

Verse 5

Because of thee in death there shall no more remembrance be: Of those that in the grave do lie, who shall give thanks to thee?

Verse 6

I with my groaning weary am, and all the night my bed I caused for to swim; with tears my couch I watered.

Verse 7

By reason of my vexing grief, mine eye consumed is; It waxeth old, because of all that be mine enemies.

Verse 8

But now, depart from me all ye that work iniquity: For why? the Lord hath heard my voice, when I did mourn and cry.

Verse 9

Unto my supplication the Lord did hearing give: When I to him my prayer make, the Lord will it receive.

Verse 10

Let all be sham’d and troubled sore, That en’mies are to me; Let them turn back, and suddenly ashamed let them be.