Do Not Rebuke Me in Your Anger 1 
2Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore. 
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long  
4Turne thee O God, and deliuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercies sake. 
5For in death no man remembreth thee: and in the graue who can acknowledge thee? 
6I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares. 
7Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies. 
8Away from me all workers of iniquitie: for God hath hearde the voyce of my weeping. 
9God hath hearde my petition: God wyll receaue my prayer. 
10All myne enemies shalbe confounded and sore vexed: they shalbe turned backe, they shalbe put to shame sodainlye.  | 



