[1]The title of the sixte salm. To the ouercomere in salmes, the salm of Dauid, `on the eiythe.[2]Lord, repreue thou not me in thi stronge veniaunce; nether chastice thou me in thin ire.[3]Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am sijk; Lord, make thou me hool, for alle my boonys ben troblid.[4]And my soule is troblid greetli; but thou, Lord, hou long?[5]Lord, be thou conuertid, and delyuere my soule; make thou me saaf, for thi merci.[6]For noon is in deeth, which is myndful of thee; but in helle who schal knouleche to thee?[7]I traueilide in my weilyng, Y schal waische my bed bi ech nyyt; Y schal moiste, `ether make weet, my bedstre with my teeris.[8]Myn iye is disturblid of woodnesse; Y waxe eld among alle myn enemyes.[9]Alle ye that worchen wickidnesse, departe fro me; for the Lord hath herd the vois of my wepyng.[10]The Lord hath herd my bisechyng; the Lord hath resseyued my preier.