For the conclusion, among Hymns for the eighth day. A Psalm by David
O Lord, rebuke me not in Thy wrath; nor chasten me in Thine anger.
 Pity me, O Lord, for I am weak. Heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
 My soul is troubled exceedingly: but O Lord, for how long?
 Return, O Lord; deliver my soul: save me for Thy mercy's sake.
 For in death none can make mention of Thee. In the mansion of the dead, who can give Thee thanks?
 I am weary with my groaning. Am I every night to bedew my bed and water my couch with my tears?
 Mine eye is troubled with indignation: I am grown old among all mine enemies.
 Away 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 hath received my petition.
 Let all mine enemies be shamed and greatly troubled. Let them be turned back and instantly put to shame.