Lord in thy wrath reprove me not
Though I deserve thine ire
Nor yet correct me in thy rage
O Lord, I thee desire

For I am weak therefore, O Lord
Of mercy me forbear
And heal me, Lord. For why?
Thou knowest my bones do quake for fear

My soul is troubled very sore
And vexed exceedingly
But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay
To cure my misery?

Lord, turn thee to thy wonted grace
Some pity on me take
O save me, not for my deserts
But for thy mercies' sake

For why? No man among the dead
Remembereth thee at all
Or who shall worship thee, O Lord
That in the pit do fall?

So grievous is my plaint and moan
That I grow wondrous faint
All the night long I wash my bed
With tears of my complaint