Thy wrath lies hard on me, thou hast me press'd with all thy waves.
At the noise of thy water-spouts deep unto deep doth call; Thy breaking waves pass over me, yea, and thy billows all.
Thy wrath and indignation did cause this grief and pain; For thou hast lift me up on high, and cast me down again.
For by thine anger we're consum'd, thy wrath makes us afraid.
In thy great indignation, O Lord, rebuke me not; Nor on me lay thy chast'ning hand, in thy displeasure hot.
For upon me both day and night thine hand did heavy lie, So that my moisture turned is in summer's drought thereby.
I weary with my crying am, my throat is also dry'd; Mine eyes do fail, while for my God I waiting do abide.