| Chapter 6 |
1 | Unto the end, in verses, a psalm for David, for the octave.
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2 | O Lord, rebuke me not in thy indignation, nor chastise me in thy wrath.
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3 | Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
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4 | And my soul is troubled exceedingly: but thou, O Lord, how long?
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5 | Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy's sake.
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6 | For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell?
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7 | I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.
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8 | My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.
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9 | Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
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10 | The Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my prayer.
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11 | Let all my enemies be ashamed, and be very much troubled: let them be turned back, and be ashamed very speedily.
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