Psalm 6

Ant. Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my soul, * for in death no man remembereth thee.

O Lord, rebuke me not in thine indignation:

neither chasten me in thy displeasure.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am weak:

O Lord, heal me, for my bones are vexed.

My soul also is sore troubled:

but, Lord, how long wilt thou punish me?

Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my soul:

O save me for thy mercy's sake.

For in death no man remembereth thee:

and who will give thee thanks in the pit?

I am weary of my groaning; every night wash I my bed:

and water my couch with my tears.

My beauty is gone for very trouble:

and worn away because of all mine enemies.

Away from me, all ye that work vanity:

for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord hath heard my petition:

the Lord will receive my prayer.

All mine enemies shall be confounded, and sore vexed:

they shall be turned back, and put to shame suddenly.

Ant. Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my soul, * for in death no man remembereth thee.