To him that excelleth on Neginoth vpon the eight tune.

A Psalme of Dauid.
1
O lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chastise me in thy wrath.
2
Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
3
My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
4
Returne, O Lord: deliuer my soule: saue me for thy mercies sake.
5
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the graue who shall prayse thee?
6
I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
7
Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
8
Away from mee all ye workers of iniquitie: for the Lorde hath heard the voyce of my weeping.
9
The Lord hath heard my petition: the Lord will receiue my prayer.
10
All mine enemies shall be confounded and sore vexed: they shall be turned backe, and put to shame suddenly.