David's complaint in his sickness.
Psalms 6:1 Oh LORDE, rebuke me not in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure. Psalms 6:2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed. Psalms 6:3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe? Psalms 6:4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake. Psalms 6:5 For in death no man remebreth the: Oh who wil geue the thankes in the hell? Psalms 6:6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares. Psalms 6:7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
By faith he triumpheth over his enemies.
Psalms 6:8 Awaye fro me all ye wicked doers, for the LORDE hath herde the voyce off my wepinge. Psalms 6:9 The LORDE hath herde myne humble peticio, the LORDE hath receaued my prayer. Psalms 6:10 All myne enemies shalbe cofounded & sore vexed: yee they shalbe turned backe and put to shame, and that right soone.