1 Let mee not Lord be in thy wrath reproued: Oh! scourge mee not when thy fierce rage is mooued. 2 Pity mee, Lord, that do with languor pine: Heale mee whose bones with paine dissolued bin; 3 Whose weary soule is vexed aboue measure. Oh Lord how long shall I 'bide thy displeasure! 4 Turne thee O Lord, rescue my soule distrest; 5 And saue me, of thy grace. Mongst those that rest, In silent death can none remember thee: And in the graue how shouldst thou praised be? 6 Weary with sighs, all night I caus'd my bed To swim: with teares my couch I watered. 7 Deepe sorrow hath consum'd my dimmed eyne, Sunk in with griefe at these leud foes of mine: 8 But now hence, hence, vaine plotters of mine ill: The Lord hath heard my lamentations shrill; 9 God heard my suit and still attends the same: 10 Blush now, my foes, and fly with sudden shame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALKING MAN OF RODIN by CARL SANDBURG COLUMBIAN ODE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ROBIN REDBREAST by MOTHER GOOSE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 98. HE AND I by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SCURVY ENTERTAINMENT by ABU ABD ALLAH A STREET SKETCH by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON EPISTLE FROM ONE ABSENT EDITOR TO ANOTHER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE THRESHOLD by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |