David cries unto the Lord for mercy—He asks to be healed and saved.
O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.2Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?4Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.
5For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?6I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.7Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.8Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
9The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord will receive my prayer.10Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.