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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PSALM 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE, by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE First Line: Lord, let not me, a worm, by thee be shent Last Line: Their shameful flying. | |||
Lord, let not me, a worm, by thee be shent, While thou art in the heat of thy displeasure; Ne let thy rage of my due punishment Become the measure. But mercy, Lord, let mercy thine descend, For I am weak, and in my weakness languish; Lord, help, for even my bones their marrow spend With cruel anguish. Nay, even my soul fell troubles do appal; Alas, how long, God, wilt thou delay me? Turn thee, sweet Lord, and from this ugly fall My dear God, stay me. Mercy, O mercy, Lord, for mercy's sake, For death doth kill the witness of thy glory: Can of thy praise the tongues entombed make A heavenly story? Lo, I am tired, while still I sigh and groan: My moistened bed proofs of my sorrow showeth; My bed, while I with black night mourn alone, With my tears floweth. Woe, like a moth, my face's beauty eats, And age pulled on with pains all freshness fretteth, The while a swarm of foes with vexing feats My life besetteth. Get hence, you evil, who in my evil rejoice, In all whose works vainness is ever reigning; For God hath heard the weeping, sobbing voice Of my complaining. The Lord my suit did hear, and gently hear; They shall be shamed and vexed, that breed my crying; And turn their backs, and straight on backs appear Their shameful flying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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