O Lord, rebuke me not in wrath, Nor, in Thy rage chastise

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O Lord, rebuke me not in Wrath; Nor, in thy Rage, chastise.

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Thine Arrows stick in me; thy Hand Sore pressing on me lies.

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Thine Anger's Heat consumes my Flesh, And leaves no Soundness there; My Bones are pain'd, and find no Rest, While all my Sins appear.

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For o'er my Head, my Sins have rowl'd, They're a vast Burden grown; I Cannot bear their Punishment, Nor their least Guilt atone.

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My Foolishness hath made my Wounds, Stench, and Corruption, grow.

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Distress'd in Mind, and much bow'd down, I all Day mourning go.

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A violent Heat has seis'd my Loins; And spread thro' ev'ry Part.

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I'm feeble, broken sore, and roar, Thro' Anguish of my Heart.

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All my Desire, and Groans, O Lord, To Thee are fully known.

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My Heart's perplex'd, my Strength doth fail; Mine Eye-Sight's from me gone.

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Friends, and Companions, stand aloof, To see my wretched Plight; My Kinsmen stand far off, and gaze, At such a dismal Sight.

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Then they, who hunted for my Life, Their Snares for me did lay; And they, that fought my Hurt, spread Lies, And fram'd Deceit all Day.

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But, as one deaf, I did not hear; As dumb, my Tongue was ty'd:

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Thus, as if quite bereft of Sense, I never once reply'd.

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For in the Lord I trust; my God Will answer when I call.

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Hear me, (I said,) lest they insult, And triumph when I fall.

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For I am prone to halt; whilst Grief Thus constant preys within.

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To Thee, Lord, I'll confess my Fault; With Sorrow for my Sin.

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Mean while my Foes are lively grown, Encreas'd in Strength and Pride; They, that injuriosly me hate, Are greatly multiply'd.

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And they that Ill for Good reward, A base ingratefull Crew, Are now my Adversaries turn'd; Because I Good pursue.

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Forsake me not, O Lord; nor far, My God, from me depart.

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Make hast to rescue me; for thou, Lord, my Salvation art.