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The sixth Psalme.

Lord forbeare to rebuke, forbeare, and stay thy reuenging
Hand, in thy greate wrath and indignation endles.
Heale my wounds, my God, take some compassion on mee;
My bones are bruysed, my strength is wholly decayed,
My sowle is troubled, my mynde extreamely molested,
How long shall thy wrath, and these my plagues be prolonged?
Turne yet againe, good God, thy woonted mercy remember,
And this sowle, poore sowle, for thy greate mercy delyuer.
Saue my life from death, in death noe worthy remembrance
Of thy name is founde: and keepe my sowle fro the dungeon,
Infernall dungeon, where noe tonge yeelds any prayses.
My hart with groanyng, my sowle is weary with anguish,
Euery night doe I wash my carefull couch with abounding
Streames of trickling teares: my flesh is myghtyly troubled,
My color all faded, my former bewty decayed,
For feare, all for feare of such as seeke to deuoure mee.
But get away, get away all you that woork any myschief:
My sighes ascende vp, my prayers pierce to the heauens:
And such as my sowle with griefe vnworthyly vexed,
With shame and sorrow shall worthyly soone be requyted.