A Psalm of David. For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, set to the Sheminith.
O Yahweh, rebuke me not in thine anger, Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O Yahweh; for I am withered away: O Yahweh, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Yahweh, how long?
Return, O Yahweh, deliver my soul: Save me for thy lovingkindness' sake.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?
I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; For Yahweh hath heard the voice of my weeping.
Yahweh hath heard my supplication; Yahweh will receive my prayer.
All mine enemies shall be put to shame and sore troubled: They shall turn back, they shall be put to shame suddenly.