Sam sits Oh lord, bute me knought in Lil Angra, me the chastle me in my hot displeasure. Have mercy upon me O Lord, for I am weak. O Lord, heal me from what bones are vexed. My soul is also sore vexed, but thou O Lord, how long? O Lord, deliver my soul, O save me for thy mercy, say, for in death there is no remembrance of thee, in the grave who shall give thee thanks. I am weary with my groaning, all the nights make I in my bed to swim, I have also my coach with tears. My eye is consumed because of grief. It's wackedeth old because of all mine enemies. Depart from me all ye workers of iniquity, for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping. The Lord hath heard my supplication. The Lord will receive my prayer. Let's all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed. Let them return and be ashamed suddenly.