1 O Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger, Nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure.

To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.

2 H ave mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

Favour me, O Jehovah, for I weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

3 M y soul also is greatly troubled; But You, O Lord —how long?

And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

4 R eturn, O Lord, deliver me! Oh, save me for Your mercies’ sake!

Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

5 F or in death there is no remembrance of You; In the grave who will give You thanks?

For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?

6 I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.

I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

7 M y eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.

Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

8 D epart from me, all you workers of iniquity; For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

9 T he Lord has heard my supplication; The Lord will receive my prayer.

Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.

10 L et all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled; Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly.

Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed a moment!