O Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger

Psalm Six
O Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger, nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak
O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled, my soul also is greatly troubled
But you, O Lord, how long

Return, O Lord, deliver me, O save me, for your mercy's sake
For in death there is no remembrance of you, in the grave who will give you thanks
I am weary with my groaning, all night I make my bed swim
I drench my couch with my tears. My eye wastes away because of grief

It grows old because of all my enemies. Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity
For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping, the Lord has heard my supplication

The Lord will receive my prayer. Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled
Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly. Alleluia



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Writer(s): Emil Sarga
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