1 Vnto the end in songs, the Psalme of Dauid for the octaue.
2 LORD, rebuke me not in thy furie; nor chastise me in thy wrath.
3 Haue mercie on me Lord, because I am weake: heale me Lord, because al my bones be trubled..
4 And my soule is trubled exceedingly: but thou Lord how long?
5 Turne thee o Lord, and deliuer my soule: saue me for thy mercie.
6 Because there is not in death, that is mindful of thee: and in hel who shal confesse to thee?
7 I haue labored in my sighing, I wil euerie night washe my bed; I wil water my couche with my teares.
8 My eye is trubled for furie: I haue waxen old among al myne enemies.
9 Depart from me al ye that worke iniquite: because our Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
10 Our Lord hath heard my petition, our Lord hath receiued my prayer.
11 Let al myne enemies be ashamed, & very sore trubled: let them be conuerted and ashamed very quickly.