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

• ¹Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your anger,
• neither discipline me in your wrath.

• ²Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint.
• Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

• ³My soul is also in great anguish.
• But you, Yahweh—how long?

• ⁴Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul,
• and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

• ⁵For in death there is no memory of you.
• In Sheol *Sheol is the place of the dead., who shall give you thanks?

• ⁶I am weary with my groaning.
• Every night I flood my bed.
• I drench my couch with my tears.

• ⁷My eye wastes away because of grief.
• It grows old because of all my adversaries.

• ⁸Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity,
• for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

• ⁹Yahweh has heard my supplication.
• Yahweh accepts my prayer.

• ¹⁰May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed.
• They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.