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''Ant. ''Turn, O Lord.

Lord, rebuke me not in Thy anger, * nor chastise me in Thy wrath.

Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: * heal me, O Lord, for my bones are sore.

And my soul is troubled exceedingly: * but Thou, O Lord, how long?

Turn, O Lord, and deliver my soul: * O save me for Thy mercy's sake.

For in death there is no one that is mindful of Thee: * and who shall praise Thee in hell?

I have labored in my groanings, every night I wash my bed: * I water my couch with my tears.

My eye is troubled through indignation: * I have grown old amidst all my enemies.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; * for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord hath heard my suppli-