Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not

1 Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not;
Nor in thy hot rage chasten me.
2 Lord, pity me, for I am weak:
Heal me, for my bones vexèd be.
3 My soul is also vexèd sore;
But, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make?
4 Return, O Lord, my soul set free;
O save me, for thy mercies' sake.

5 Because those that deceasèd are
Of thee shall no remembrance have;
And who is he that will to thee
Give praises lying in the grave?
6 I with my groaning weary am,
I also all the night my bed
Have causèd for to swim; and I
With tears my couch have waterèd.

7 Mine eye, consumed with grief, grows old,
Because of all mine enemies.
8 Hence from me, wicked workers all;
For God hath heard my weeping cries.
9 God hath my supplication heard,
My prayer receivèd graciously.
10 Shamed and sore vexed be all my foes,
Shamed and back turnèd suddenly.

Source: Foundations Psalter: 1650 Scottish Psalter #6-I