[1] O God rebuke me not in thine indignation: neither chasten me in thy wrath[2]Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore[3]My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long [shall I be in this case?[4]Turne thee O God, and deliuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercies sake[5]For in death no man remembreth thee: and in the graue who can acknowledge thee[6]I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares[7]Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies[8]Away from me all workers of iniquitie: for God hath hearde the voyce of my weeping[9]God hath hearde my petition: God wyll receaue my prayer[10]All myne enemies shalbe confounded and sore vexed: they shalbe turned backe, they shalbe put to shame sodainlye