| | 1 | Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your anger, Neither discipline me in your wrath.
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| | 2 | Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
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| | 3 | My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh -- how long?
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| | 4 | Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, And save me for your lovingkindness' sake.
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| | 5 | For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?
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| | 6 | I am weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.
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| | 7 | My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my adversaries.
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| | 8 | Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, For Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.
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| | 9 | Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh will receive my prayer.
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| | 10 | May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly. Psalm 7 A meditation by David, which he sang to Yahweh, concerning the words of Cush, the Benjamite.
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