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