My beauty is gone for very trouble, and worn away because of all mine enemies.

Away from me, all ye that work vanity; for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.

The LORD hath heard my humble petition; the LORD will receive my prayer.

All mine enemies shall be confounded and sore vexed; they shall be turned back and put to shame suddenly.

{To the Chanter in Neginoth upon Sheminith, a Psalm of David} O LORD, rebuke me not in thine indignation, neither chasten me in thy displeasure.

For in death no man remembereth thee: and who will give thee thanks in the hell?

My soul also is sore troubled; but LORD, how long wilt thou punish me?

I am weary of my groaning; every night wash I my bed, and water my couch with my tears.

Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am weak; O LORD, heal me, for my bones are vexed.

Turn thee, O LORD, and deliver my soul; O save me for thy mercies' sake.