Have pity on me, O God, for I am weak; heal me, for my bones are racked.
My spirit shakes with terror; how long, O God, how long?
For in death no one remembers you; and who will give you thanks in the grave?
I grow weary because of my groaning; every night I drench my bed and flood my couch with tears.
Depart from me, all evildoers, for God has heard the sound of my weeping.
God has heard my supplication; God accepts my prayer.
All my enemies shall be confounded and quake with fear; they shall turn back and suddenly be put to shame.The Saint Helena Psalter© Order of St. Helena
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