To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.
1O Lord, rebuke me not in thy anger,
nor chasten me in thy wrath.
2Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;
O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
3My soul also is sorely troubled.
But thou, O Lord—how long?
4Turn, O Lord, save my life;
deliver me for the sake of thy steadfast love.
5For in death there is no remembrance of thee;
in Sheol who can give thee praise?
6I am weary with my moaning;
every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
7My eye wastes away because of grief,
it grows weak because of all my foes.
Mt 7.23; Lk 13.27. Depart from me, all you workers of evil;
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
9The Lord has heard my supplication;
the Lord accepts my prayer.
10All my enemies shall be ashamed and sorely troubled;
they shall turn back, and be put to shame in a moment.