O Lord, rebuke me not in Thine indignation,
nor chastise me in Thy wrath.
Have mercy on me, O Lord,
for I am weak; heal me, O Lord,
for my bones are troubled.
And my soul is troubled exceedingly:
but Thou, O Lord, how long?
Turn to me, O Lord,
and deliver my soul:
O save me for Thy mercy's sake.
For there is no one in death,
that is mindful of Thee:
and who shall confess to Thee in hell?
I have laboured in my groanings,
every night I will wash my bed:
I will water my couch with my tears.
My eye is troubled through indignation:
I have grown old amongst all my 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 hath received my prayer.
Let all my enemies be ashamed,
and be very much troubled:
let them be turned back,
and be ashamed very speedily.

Glory be the the Father...