OFFICE OF THE DEAD
289
PSALM VI
Ant. Turn, O Lord.
O Lord, rebuke me not in Thy anger, * nor chastise me in Thy wrath.
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: * heal me, O Lord, for my bones are sore.
And my soul is troubled exceedingly: * but Thou, O Lord, how long?
Turn, O Lord, and deliver my soul: * O save me for Thy mercy's sake.
For in death there is no one that is mindful of Thee: * and who shall praise Thee in hell?
I have labored in my groanings, every night I wash my bed: * I water my couch with my tears.
My eye is troubled through indignation: * I have grown old amidst all my enemies.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; * for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
The Lord hath heard my suppli-
