A Prayer of Faith in Time of Distress

O LORD,  do not rebuke me in Your anger,

Nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure.

Have mercy on me, O LORD ,

for I am weak;

O LORD, heal me, my bones are troubled.

My soul also is greatly troubled;

But You, O LORD - how long?

Return, O LORD, deliver me !

Oh, save me for Your mercies' sake !

For in death there is no 

remembrance of You;

In the grace who will give You thanks?

I am weary with my groaning;

All night I make my bed swim;

I drench my couch with my tears.

My eye wastes away because of grief;

It grows old because of all my enemies.

Depart from me, all you workers of inquity;

For the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.

The LORD has my supplication;

The LORD will receive my prayer.

Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled;

Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly.