Challoner’s heading
Domine, ne in furore.
1Unto the end, in verses, a psalm for David, for the octave. 2O Lord, rebuke me not in thy indignation, nor chastise me in thy wrath. 3Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled. 4And my soul is troubled exceedingly: but thou, O Lord, how long? 5Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy's sake. 6For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell? 7I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears. 8My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies. 9Depart from em, all ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping. 10The Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my prayer. 11Let all my enemies be ashamed, and be very much troubled: let them be turned back, and be ashamed very speedily.