Psalm 6 Second Version (Irish CM)

1 In thy great indignation,O Lord, rebuke me not;Nor on me lay thy chast ‘ning hand,in thy displeasure hot.2 Lord, I am weak, therefore on mehave mercy, and me spare:Heal me, O Lord, because thou know’stmy bones much vexed are.3 My soul is vexed sore: but, Lord,how long stay wilt thou make?4 Return, Lord, free my soul; and saveme, for thy mercies’ sake.5 Because of thee in death there shallno more remembrance be:Of those that in the grave do lie,who shall give thanks to thee?6 I with my groaning weary am,and all the night my bedI caused for to swim; with tearsmy couch I watered.7 By reason of my vexing grief,mine eye consumed is;It waxeth old, because of allthat be mine enemies.8 But now, depart from me all yethat work iniquity:For why? the Lord hath heard my voice,when I did mourn and cry.9 Unto my supplicationthe Lord did hearing give:When I to him my prayer make,the Lord will it receive.10 Let all be sham’d and troubled sore,That en’mies are to me;Let them turn back, and suddenlyashamed let them be.