Psalm 6


O Lord, rebuke me not for my ignorance
Neither chasten me for my vexed state
Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak:
O Lord, heal me; for my heart is feeble
Let me recognize then, the weakness in others
As those that should be helped, deserving of compassion
My soul can only hold so much grief
But thou, O Lord, how long?
How long must I wait, Return, O Lord, deliver me?
Oh save me for some special work, for mercies’ sake
For in death there is no remembrance of thee:
In the grave I shall give no thanks for
The story which I alone was given, my Dharma’s weight
I am weary with my groaning, my own kind of special suffering
All the night make I my bed to swim with heavy dreams
I water my couch with useless fears, and dozens of tears
It waxeth old because of all my chided memories
That kept me apart from kindness, in isolated shame
Depart from me, all cowardess, all dread
For the Lord hath heard my soft weeping
All supplications and prayers till the end
Let all my faults turn away their misery
Let them return and be ashamed suddenly
That I might have a chance to be another kind of person.

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