Lord, in anger, don’t rebuke me;
In Your wrath no chastisement make.
Lord, I am weak — show me mercy;
Heal me, for all my bones now quake.
My soul is quaking with fear too;
Lord, how long must I know distress?
Turn, O Lord — come to my rescue;
Save me in Your lovingkindness.
In death, there is no thought of You;
And who can praise You from the grave?
I groan all day, and all night through;
My tears flood my bed like a wave.
My eye grows dim because I grieve,
It fails because of all my foes;
All you wicked, now take your leave;
The Lord has heard my cries and woes.
The Lord has heard my earnest pleas;
He accepts my prayers in His Name.
He will dismay my enemies;
They shall at once be put to shame.