Psalm 6
For the End; in hymns, concerning the eighth; a psalm by David.
O Lord, do not reprove me in Your anger, Noir discipline me in Your wrath.
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak; Heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled;
And my soul is greatly troubles; But You, O Lord, how long?
Return, O Lord, and deliver my soul. Save me because of Your mercy.
For there is no remembrance of You in death; And in Hades who will give thanks to You?
I am weary with my groaning; Every single night I will dampen my bed; I will drench my couch with my tear.
My eye is troubled by anger; I grow old among all my enemies.
Depart from me, all you workers of lawlessness; For the Lord heard the voice of my weeping;
The Lord heard my supplication; The Lord received my prayer.
Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled; Let them turn back and be suddenly ashamed.
Stasis
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, both now and ever and unto ages of ages. Amen
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, glory to Thee O God (x3)
Lord have mercy (x3)
Glory to the father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.