For the end, a Psalm of David among the Hymns for the eighth.
O Lord, rebuke me not in thy wrath,
Neither chasten me in thine anger.
Pity me, O Lord; for I am weak:
Heal me, O Lord; for my bones are vexed.
My soul also is grievously vexed:
But thou, O Lord, how long?
Return, O Lord, deliver my soul:
Save me for thy mercy’s sake.
For in death no man remembers thee:
And who will give thee thanks in Hades?
I am wearied with my groaning;
I shall wash my bed every night;
I shall water my couch with my tears.
Mine eye is troubled because of my wrath;
I am worn out because of all my enemies.
Depart from me, all ye that work iniquity;
For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.
The Lord has hearkened to my petition;
The Lord has accepted my prayer.
Let all mine enemies be put to shame and sore troubled:
Let them be turned back and grievously put to shame speedily.
