David cries unto the Lord for mercy-He asks to be healed and saved.

 1 O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

 2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am ^aweak: O LORD, ^bheal me; for my bones are vexed.

 3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?

 4 Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.

 5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the ^agrave who shall give thee thanks?

 6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my ^atears.

 7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

 8 Depart from me, all ye workers of ^ainiquity; for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.

 9 The LORD hath heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.

 10 Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.