Psalm 6 in Limerick

1-2
O Lord, don't rebuke while you're mad
My body's in agony: bad!
Don't discipline rage-filled
lest my voice should be stilled.
Compassion and healing, please add.

3-4
Heartsick , I wonder, "How long
until you restore the sweet song
that hints 'you're returning'"
For rescue, I'm yearning:
Your unfailing love saves from wrong.

5-6
We can't sing your praise once we're dead.
Our song would lie silent instead.
I'm worn out from sobbing,
My wet pillow's robbing
The sleep that I need on my bed.

7-8
My vision's grief-blurred--tired, red eyes.
My enemies plot and plant lies.
Away evildoers:
Return to your sewers.
The Lord's heard my crying. I'll rise!

9-10
The listening Lord heard my plea.
He will answer my prayer, now, you'll see.
Disgraced, terrified, will
My enemies hide 'til
They think God's stopped favoring me.