Psalm 6 T.S.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
1 Lord, in thy wrath reprove me not,
though I deserve thine ire;
Nor yet correct me in thy rage,
O Lord, I thee desire:
2 For I am weak, therefore, O Lord,
of mercy me forbear;
And heal me, Lord, for why? thou know'st
my bones do quake for fear.
3 My soul is troubled very sore,
and vexed exceedingly;
But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay
to cure my misery?
4 Lord, turn thee to thy wonted grace,
some pity on me take;
O save me, not for my deserts,
but for thy mercies' sake.
5 For why? no man among the dead
rememb'reth thee at all;
Or who shall worship thee, O Lord
that in the pit do fall?
6 So grievous is my plaint and moan,
that I grow wond'rous faint;
All the night long I wash my bed
with tears of my complaint.
7 My sight is dim, and waxeth old
with anguish of my heart,
For fear of them that be my foes,
and would my soul subvert.
8 But now depart from me, all ye
that work iniquity;
Because the Lord hath heard the voice
of my complaint and cry.
9 He heard not only the request
and pray'r of my sad heart,
But it receiv�d at my hands,
and took it in good part.
10 And now my foes that vex�d me
the Lord wilt soon defame,
And suddenly confound them all
with great rebuke and shame.
