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PSALMS; 2/5
PSALM VI.
AUG. 13, 1653.
LoiftD in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot difpleafure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,
And very weak and faint; heal and amend me:
For all my bones, that ev'n with anguifh ach,
Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore,
And thou, O Lord, how long? turn Lord, reftore
My foul, O lave me for thy goodnefs fake :
For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praife ?
Wearied I am with lighing out my days,
Nightly my couch I make a kind of fea;
My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark
I' th' midft of all mine enemies that mark.
Depart all ye that work iniquity,
Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my pray'r,
My Amplication with acceptance fair
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.
Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dalh'd
With much confufion; then grown red with fhame,
They mall return in hafte the way they came,
And in a moment (hall be quite abalh'd.