The Origins Of Virtue - Prayer in Distress Lyrics

Psalm six
O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger
Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure
Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am weak
O Lord, heal me, for my bones are vexed
My soul is also sore vexed
But Thou, O Lord, how long
Return, O Lord, deliver my soul
O save me for Thy mercy's sake
For in death there is no remembrance of Thee
In the grave, who shall give Thee thanks
I am weary with my groaning
All the night make I my bed to swim
I water my couch with my tears
Mine eye is consumed because of grief
It waxeth old because of mine enemies
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity
For the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard my supplication
The Lord will receive my prayer
Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed
Let them return and be ashamed suddenly