📖 Psalms 6
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1
Oh LORDE, rebuke me not in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.
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2
Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
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3
My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
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4
Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
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5
For in death no man remebreth the: Oh who wil geue the thankes in the hell?
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6
I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
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7
My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
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8
Awaye fro me all ye wicked doers, for the LORDE hath herde the voyce off my wepinge.
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9
The LORDE hath herde myne humble peticio, the LORDE hath receaued my prayer.
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10
All myne enemies shalbe cofounded & sore vexed: yee they shalbe turned backe and put to shame, and that right soone.