Lord in thine anger do not reprehend me, Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct; Pity me Lord for I am much deject, Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me, For all my bones, that even with anguish ache, Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled sore And thou O Lord how long? turn Lord, restore My soul, O save me for thy goodness' sake, For in death no remembrance is of thee; Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Wearied I am with sighing out my days, Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark I' th' midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart all ye that work iniquity. Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my prayer; My supplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. Mine enemies shall all be blank and dashed With much confusion; then grow red with shame; They shall return in haste the way they came And in a moment shall be quite abashed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BELL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AFTER AUGHRIM by ARTHUR GERALD GEOGHEGAN ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON FROM THE ANTIQUE (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER THE GLORIOUS TOUCHDOWN by GEORGE ADE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 9. AL-HATHIM by EDWIN ARNOLD WRITTEN ON THE LEAVES OF A FAN by FRANCIS ATTERBURY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 3. BEAUTY UNLOOKED FOR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |