Do not rebuke me in the heat of anger; Do not correct me in consuming fire. Have mercy, Lord, for I am weakened; My bones are troubled and my soul is tired. How long, O Lord, how long? Return and rescue me. Save me, not because my strength is worthy, But for the sake of mercy. Night after night my bed is flooded; My eyes grow dim beneath the grief. I have no song to give the grave; Deliver me while breath remains in me. Go from me, workers of destruction; The Lord has heard the voice of all my tears. He receives the prayer I could barely offer; My enemies will turn away in fear. How long became a cry You answered. Mercy came where strength had ceased. The Lord has heard the voice of my weeping; The Lord receives my plea.