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{For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.} Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
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Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
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My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh--how long?
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Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness' sake.
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For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol{Sheol is the place of the dead.}, who shall give you thanks?
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I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
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My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
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Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.
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Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.
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May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
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