1 (For the choir director; with stringed instruments, upon an eight-stringed lyre.) (A Psalm of David.) O Lord, do not rebuke me in Thine anger, Nor chasten me in Thy wrath.

2 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I [am] pining away; Heal me, O Lord, for my bones are dismayed.

3 And my soul is greatly dismayed; But Thou, O Lord – how long ?

4 Return, O Lord, rescue my soul; Save me because of Thy lovingkindness.

5 For there is no mention of Thee in death; In Sheol who will give Thee thanks?

6 I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I dissolve my couch with my tears.

7 My eye has wasted away with grief; It has become old because of all my adversaries.

8 Depart from me, all you who do iniquity, For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

9 The Lord has heard my supplication, The Lord receives my prayer.

10 All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly dismayed; They shall turn back, they shall suddenly be ashamed.