In thy great indignation, Lord

Verse 1

In thy great indignation, Lord, do thou rebuke me not; nor on me lay thy chastening hand in thy displeasure hot.

Verse 2

Lord, pity me, for I am weak; have mercy upon me: and heal thou me, O Lord, because my bones much vexed be.

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

Return, O Lord, my soul set free, save for thy mercy's 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; all night till morn appears, through grief I make my bed to swim, my couch to flow with tears.

Verse 7

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

Verse 8

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

Verse 9

Unto my supplication's voice the Lord hath lent his ear; when to the Lord my prayer I make, he graciously will hear.

Verse 10

Let all be troubled and asham'd, that enemies are to me; let them turn back, and suddenly ashamed let them be.