¹⁰⁷ I am greatly troubled, O Lord, give me life in keeping with your word.

²⁵ <DALETH> My soul is joined to the dust: O give me life, in keeping with your word.

¹ <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.

¹⁴ I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.

¹⁵ My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.

¹⁶ Dogs have come round me: I am shut in by the band of evil-doers; they made wounds in my hands and feet.

¹⁷ I am able to see all my bones; their looks are fixed on me:

¹⁸ They make a division of my robes among them, by the decision of chance they take my clothing.

¹⁹ Great are the troubles of the upright: but the Lord takes him safely out of them all.

⁸⁸ Give me life in your mercy; so that I may be ruled by the unchanging word of your mouth.

¹¹ Give me life, O Lord, because of your name; in your righteousness take my soul out of trouble.