^{1 Ref} <To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David.> O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion.

^{2 Ref} Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.

^{3 Ref} My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?

^{4 Ref} Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy.

^{5 Ref} For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise?

^{6 Ref} The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.

^{7 Ref} My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.

^{8 Ref} Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping.

^{9 Ref} The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him.

^{10 Ref} Let all those who are against me be shamed and deeply troubled; let them be turned back and suddenly put to shame.

^{1 Ref} > Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your anger, Neither discipline me in your wrath.

^{2 Ref} Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

^{3 Ref} My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh--how long?

^{4 Ref} Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, And save me for your loving kindness' sake.

^{5 Ref} For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

^{6 Ref} I am weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.

^{7 Ref} My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my adversaries.

^{8 Ref} Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, For Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

^{9 Ref} Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.

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