Lord, re­buke me not in an­ger,
Nor in wrath still chast­en me,
Pity now and show me mer­cy,
Help Thou my in­fir­mi­ty.

I am vexed; no long­er tar­ry,
Nor the way of ang­er take.
Lord, O Lord, my soul de­liv­er,
Save me for Thy mer­cy’s sake.

Shall the dead Thy name re­mem­ber?
Can they praise Thee from the grave?
Pity, Lord, my sad con­di­tion,
Lo, my bed with tears I lave.

I am worn and near ex­haust­ed,
Wasted now mine eye ap­pears;
Part from me, ye ad­ver­sar­ies,
God hath marked my fall­ing tears.

God hath heard my sup­pli­ca­tion,
He will sure­ly grant my plea,
Let mine ene­mies be rout­ed,
Be de­feat­ed sud­den­ly.