Sore Vexed Soul

Rebuke me not in thine anger,

neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

Have mercy upon me; for I AM WEAK:

HEAL ME; for mah bones are vexed.

My soul is also sore vexed:

But thou, how long?
Return, O please, deliver my soul:

Oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.

For in death there is no remembrance of Thee:

In Grave, who shall give Thee thanks?

I AM WEARY with my groaning;

all the night make I in my bed to swim;

I water my couch with TEARS.

Mine eye is consumed because of grief;

It waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;

For to all, Thee hath heard the voice of my weeping.

Thee hath heard mah supplication;

He will receive mah prayer.

Let all mine enemies be ashamed & sore vexed:

Let them return & be ashamed suddenly.