1 O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

2 Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

3 My soul is also greatly troubled; but thou, O Lord, how long?

4 Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in Sheol who shall give thee thanks?

6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night I flood my bed; I water my couch with my tears.

7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxes old because of all mine enemies.

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

9 The Lord has heard my supplication; the Lord has received my prayer.

10 All my enemies shall be ashamed; they shall be sorely troubled: they shall turn back and be ashamed suddenly.