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| 1. | {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. |
| 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{Sheol is the place of the dead.}, 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. |