To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. — A Psalm of David.
1O 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,
9 Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.
10Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back — ashamed [in] a moment!