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Psalm
6
First Version (L.M.)
[Recommended
tunes: Saxony, Finnart, Soldau]
8,8,8,8
To
the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.
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1Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not;
Nor
in thy hot rage chasten me.
2Lord, pity me, for I am weak:
Heal
me, for my bones vexed be.
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3My soul is also vexed sore;
But,
Lord, how long stay wilt thou make?
4Return, O Lord, my soul set free;
O
save me, for thy mercies' sake.
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5Because those that deceased are
Of
thee shall no remembrance have;
And
who is he that will to thee
Give
praises lying in the grave?
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6I with my groaning weary am,
I
also all the night my bed
Have
caused for to swim; and I
With
tears my couch have watered.
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7Mine eye, consum'd with grief, grows old,
Because
of all mine enemies.
8Hence from me, wicked workers all;
For
God hath heard my weeping cries.
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9God hath my supplication heard,
My
pray'r received graciously
10Sham'd and sore vex'd be all my foes,
Sham'd
and back turned suddenly.
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Second Version (C.M.)
[Recommended
tunes: Walsall,
St Neot,
Dundee
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8,6,8,6
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1In thy great indignation,
O Lord, rebuke me not;
Nor
on me lay thy chast 'ning hand,
in thy displeasure hot.
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2Lord, I am weak, therefore on me
have mercy, and me spare:
Heal
me, O Lord, because thou know'st
my bones much vexed are.
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3My soul is vexed sore: but, Lord,
how long stay wilt thou make?
4Return, Lord, free my soul; and save
me, for thy mercies' sake.
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5Because of thee in death there shall
no more remembrance be:
Of
those that in the grave do lie,
who shall give thanks to thee?
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6I with my groaning weary am,
and all the night my bed
I
caused for to swim; with tears
my couch I watered.
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7By reason of my vexing grief,
mine eye consumed is;
It
waxeth old, because of all
that be mine enemies.
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8But now, depart from me all ye
that work iniquity:
For
why? the Lord hath heard my voice,
when I did mourn and cry.
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9Unto my supplication
the Lord did hearing give:
When
I to him my prayer make,
the Lord will it receive.
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10Let all be sham'd and troubled sore,
That en'mies are to me;
Let
them turn back, and suddenly
ashamed let them be.
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