| | 1 | To the Chief Musician. With stringed instruments. On an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David. O LORD, do not rebuke me in Your anger, Nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure. | |
| | 2 | Have mercy on me, O LORD, for I am weak; O LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled. | |
| | 3 | My soul also is greatly troubled; But You, O LORD--how long? | |
| | 4 | Return, O LORD, deliver me! Oh, save me for Your mercies' sake! | |
| | 5 | For in death there is no remembrance of You; In the grave who will give You thanks? | |
| | 6 | I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears. | |
| | 7 | My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies. | |
| | 8 | Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; For the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping. | |
| | 9 | The LORD has heard my supplication; The LORD will receive my prayer. | |
| | 10 | Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled; Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly. | |
