Psalm VI, Poem by Jean-Antoine de Baïf

Sire, in thy wrath do not convict me of my sin:
Nor chastise me in thy boiling fury.

Have mercy upon me, Lord, for I languish in weakness.
O heal me, Lord: all my bones are shaken.

Even my soul is troubled with fear, trembling within me,
Greatly shaken. But thou, Sire, how long?

Change thy mind, and turn, Lord: delivering my soul,
Bring me safe from peril by thy merciful pity:

Since in forgetful death, the memory of thee fades.
But who shall tell thy honor in the silent grave?

Worn out with my complaint, all night I steep my tears,
Sheets and bedcover, even to the couch, are soaked.

My eye troubled with grief, and hollowed by anguish, grows old,
Because of all my enemies, made easy by the pain I feel.

Away from me, all you workers of wickedness:
For the Lord has heard my cry, and my sorrowful tears:

For the gracious Lord has heard the prayer I made,
And the Lord, hearing it, will swiftly grant my request.

Greatly frightened and troubled, all my enemies shall be dismayed:
And all at once afraid, they shall change their minds.

Jean-Antoine de Baïf

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