Rebuke me not in anger, Lord, nor punish me in wrath. Have pity on my weakened frame and take the healer's path. No longer wait, but rescue me; in mercy, turn and save. Deliver me and spare me from the silence of the grave. With moaning I grow weaker still; I flood my bed with tears. My eyes wear out from weariness, from endless griefs and fears. Depart, you evildoers all! The Lord has heard my prayers and frustrates those who trouble me, confounding all their snares.