1 For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

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

3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Lord -how long?

4 Return, Lord. 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 the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

9 The Lord has heard my supplication. The Lord accepts my prayer.

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