Psalter 12

Verse 1
Lord, rebuke me not in anger;
Chastened sore I waste away;
Pity my distress and hear me;
Lord, how long wilt Thou delay?

Verse 2
Come, O Lord, my soul deliver,
In Thy loving kindness save.
Shall the dead Thy Name remember?
Who shall praise Thee in the grave?

Verse 3
Pity, Lord, my sad condition;
I am weary and distressed;
Many adversaries vex me,
Weeping, I can find no rest.

Verse 4
Now the foes that seek to harm me,
Quickly put to shame, shall flee,
For the Lord hath heard my weeping,
And He will regard my plea.
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