‏ Psalms 6

1The title of the sixte salm. To the ouercomere in salmes, the salm of Dauid, `on the eiythe. 2Lord, repreue thou not me in thi stronge veniaunce; nether chastice thou me in thin ire. 3Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am sijk; Lord, make thou me hool, for alle my boonys ben troblid. 4And my soule is troblid greetli; but thou, Lord, hou long? 5Lord, be thou conuertid, and delyuere my soule; make thou me saaf, for thi merci. 6For noon is in deeth, which is myndful of thee; but in helle who schal knouleche to thee? 7I traueilide in my weilyng, Y schal waische my bed bi ech nyyt; Y schal moiste, `ether make weet, my bedstre with my teeris. 8Myn iye is disturblid of woodnesse; Y waxe eld among alle myn enemyes. 9Alle ye that worchen wickidnesse, departe fro me; for the Lord hath herd the vois of my wepyng. 10The Lord hath herd my bisechyng; the Lord hath resseyued my preier. 11Alle my enemyes be aschamed, and be disturblid greetli; be thei turned togidere, and be thei aschamed ful swiftli.
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