|1||To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David.
O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion.
|2||Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.|
|3||My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?|
|4||Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy.|
|5||For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise?|
|6||The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.|
|7||My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.|
|8||Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping.|
|9||The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him.|
|10||Let all those who are against me be shamed and deeply troubled; let them be turned back and suddenly put to shame.|