To iudge me, Lord, in Thy just wrath forbeare,
To punish mee in thy displeasure spare;
O! I am weake: haue mercie, Lord, therefore,
And heale my bruisèd bones which payne mee sore.
My SOULE is alsoe trubled and dismayed;
But, Lord, how long shall I expect Thine aid!
Turne Thee, O Lord, my SOULE from death deliuer,
Euen for Thy mercie's sake which lasteth euer:
They which are dead remember not Thy name,
Nor doth the silent GRAUE thy praise proclaime;
I faint and melt away with greifes and feares,
And euery night my bed doth swymme with teares.
Myne eyes are suncke and weaknèd is my sight;
My foes haue vexèd mee with such dispight.
Away from mee, yee sinfull men, away!
The LORD of HEAUEN doth heare mee when I pray.
The Lord hath my petition heard indeed:
Receaue my prayer and I shall surely speed;
But shame and sorrow on my foes shall light,
They shall be turn'd and put to suddaine flight.