| 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.
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