1 David uttereth with what great grief and bitterness of mind he was driven to these outrageous complaints of his infirmities 2 For he confesseth that when he had determined silence, that he brast forth yet into words that he would not, through the greatness of his grief 4 Then he rehearseth certain requests which taste of the infirmity of man, 8 And mixeth with them many prayers, but all do show a mind wonderfully troubled, that it may plainly appear how he did strive mightily against death and desperation.
4.Lord, let me know mine end, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let me know how long I have to live.
6.Douteles man walketh in a shadow, and disquieteth him self in vain: he heapeth up riches, and can not tel who shal gather them.
7.And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is even in thee.
10.Take thy plague away from me: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
12.Hear my praier, ô Lord, and hearken unto my cry: keep not silence at my tears, for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers.