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6:1	[To the chiefe musician on Neginoth vpon Sheminith, A Psalme of Dauid.] O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
6:2	Haue mercy vpon me, O Lord, for I am weake: O Lord heale mee, for my bones are vexed.
6:3	My soule is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?
6:4	Returne, O Lord, deliuer my soule: oh saue mee, for thy mercies sake.
6:5	For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the graue who shall giue thee thankes?
6:6	I am weary with my groning, all the night make I my bed to swim: I water my couch with my teares.
6:7	Mine eie is consumed because of griefe; it waxeth olde because of all mine enemies.
6:8	Depart from me, all yee workers of iniquitie: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
6:9	The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord will receiue my prayer.
6:10	Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them returne and be ashamed suddainly.


6:1	To him that excelleth on Neginoth upon the eith tune. A Psalme of Dauid. O lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chastise me in thy wrath.
6:2	Haue mercie vpon me, O Lord, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
6:3	My soule is also sore troubled: but Lord how long wilt thou delay?
6:4	Returne, O Lord: deliuer my soule: saue me for thy mercies sake.
6:5	For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the graue who shall prayse thee?
6:6	I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
6:7	Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
6:8	Away from mee all ye workers of iniquitie: for the Lord hath heard the voyce of my weeping.
6:9	The Lord hath heard my petition: the Lord will receiue my prayer.
6:10	All mine enemies shall be confounded and sore vexed: they shall be turned backe, and put to shame suddenly.


6:1	To hym that excelleth in musick, vpon the instrument of eyght strynges. A psalme of Dauid. O Lorde, rebuke me not in thyne indignacion: nether chasten me in thy displeasure.
6:2	Haue mercy vpon me, O Lorde: for I am weake: O Lorde heale me: for my bones are vexed.
6:3	My soule also is sore troubled: but Lorde howe longe wylt thou punyshe me?
6:4	Turne the, O Lorde, and delyuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercyes sake.
6:5	For in death no man remembreth the: & who will geue the thankes in the pytte?
6:6	I am weery of my gronynge: euery nyght washe I my bedd, & water my couche with my teares.
6:7	My bewtye is gone for very trouble, and worne awaye because of all myne enemyes.
6:8	Awaye frome all ye that worke vanyte: for the Lorde hath hearde the voyce of my wepynge.
6:9	The Lorde hathe hearde my peticyon, the Lorde wyll receaue my prayer.
6:10	All myne enemyes, shalbe confounded & soore vexed, they shalbe turned backe & put to shame sodenly.