Psalms

For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.

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

2Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint.LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

3My soul is also in great anguish.But you, LORD—how long?

4Return, LORD. Deliver my soul,and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

5For in death there is no memory of you.In Sheol,who shall give you thanks?

6I am weary with my groaning.Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

7My eye wastes away because of grief.It grows old because of all my adversaries.

8Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity,for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.

9The LORD has heard my supplication.The LORD accepts my prayer.

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

1To 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.

2Favour me, O Jehovah, for I [am] weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

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

4Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

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

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

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

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

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

10Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back — ashamed [in] a moment!