O Lord, rebuke me not in thine indignation *

neither chasten me in thy displeasure.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am weak *

O Lord, heal me, for my bones are vexed.

My soul also is sore troubled *

but, Lord, how long wilt thou punish me?

Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my soul *

O save me for thy mercy’s sake.

For in death no man remembereth thee *

and who will give thee thanks in the pit?

I am weary of my groaning; every night wash I my bed *

and water my couch with my tears.

My beauty is gone for very trouble *

and worn away because of all mine enemies.

Away from me, all ye that work vanity *

for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord hath heard my petition *

the Lord will receive my prayer.

All mine enemies shall be confounded, and sore vexed *

they shall be turned back, and put to shame suddenly.

Help me, Lord, for there is not one godly man left  *

for the faithful are minished from among the children of men,

They talk of vanity every one with his neighbour *

they do but flatter with their lips, and dissemble in their double heart.

The Lord shall root out all deceitful lips *

and the tongue that speaketh proud things;

Which have said, With our tongue will we prevail *

we are they that ought to speak , who is lord over us?

Now for the comfortless trouble’s sake of the needy *

and because of the deep sighing of the poor,

I will up, saith the Lord *

and will help every one from him that swelleth against him, and will set him at rest.

The words of the Lord are pure words *

even as the silver, which from the earth is tried, and purified seven times in the fire.

Thou shalt keep them, O Lord *

thou shalt preserve him from this generation for ever.

The ungodly walk on every side *

when they are exalted, the children of men are put to rebuke.