1 Y ahweh, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

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, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, 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 is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh—how long?

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

4 R eturn, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

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

5 F or in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall 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. Every night I flood my bed. 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 adversaries.

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 Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

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

9 Y ahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.

Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.

10 M ay all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.

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