Lord, do not make me, unsupported, stand
Beneath your burning anger’s just rebuke,
Beneath your wrath’s severest discipline.
Have mercy on me, Lord of my salvation,
For I faint beneath your righteous gaze,
And heal me, O most gracious Lord, I pray,
For even my bones struggle against pain,
And my soul cannot but weep with anguish:
How long, O Lord, how long will you delay?
Relent, O Lord; turn, I pray, and save me;
Deliver me because of your great love.
For only those who live remember you,
Not those who sleep in death, forgetting all;
Who praises you from deep within the grave?
Will songs of worship rise to you from hell?
For, wrestling with my groans, I am worn out;
I lie awake and weep a flood of tears
Throughout the night, until my bed is drenched.
So great my sorrow, that my eyes grow weak;
They fail when I consider all my foes.
Begone from me, my wicked enemies,
Because my tears have come before my Lord;
The Lord, in mercy, hears my anguished cry,
And he will not reject my earnest prayer,
But he in mercy puts my foes to flight
And covers them with shame and with disgrace.
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