1 Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your anger,

neither discipline me in your wrath.

2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint.

Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

3 My soul is also in great anguish.

But you, Yahweh—how long?

4 Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul,

and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

5 For in death there is no memory of you.

In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

6 I am weary with my groaning.

Every night I flood my bed.

I drench my couch with my tears.

7 My eye wastes away because of grief.

It grows old because of all my adversaries.

8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity,

for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

9 Yahweh has heard my supplication.

Yahweh accepts my prayer.

10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed.

They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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