Iivesi zeBhayibhile ezithandwayo ezisuka Psalms of David 6

Yabelana

He hears and grants my humble pray’r; And they that wish my fall, Shall blush and rage to see that God Protects me from them all.

Have mercy, Lord, for I grow faint, Unable to endure The anguish of my aching bones, Which thou alone canst cure.

Depart, ye wicked; in my wrongs Ye shall no more rejoice; For God, I find, accepts my tears, And listens to my voice.

Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat, And ease my troubled soul; Lord, for thy wondrous mercy’s sake Vouchsafe to make me whole.