1 T o 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.

O Lord, do not speak sharp words to me in Your anger, or punish me when You are angry.

2 F avour me, O Jehovah, for I weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

Be kind to me, O Lord, for I am weak. O Lord, heal me for my bones are shaken.

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

My soul is in great suffering. But You, O Lord, how long?

4 T urn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

Return, O Lord. Set my soul free. Save me because of Your loving-kindness.

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

No one remembers You when he is dead. Who gives You praise from the grave?

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

I am tired of crying inside myself. All night long my pillow is wet with tears. I flood my bed with them.

7 O ld from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

My eye has grown weak with sorrow. It has grown old because of all who hate me.

8 T urn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

Go away from me, all you who sin. For the Lord has heard the sound of my crying.

9 J ehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.

The Lord has heard my cry for help. The Lord receives my prayer.

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

All those who hate me will be ashamed and worried. They will turn away. They will be put to shame right away.