^{1 Ref} To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.

^{2 Ref} Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

^{3 Ref} And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

^{4 Ref} Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

^{5 Ref} For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?

^{6 Ref} I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

^{7 Ref} Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

^{8 Ref} Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

^{9 Ref} Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.

^{10 Ref} Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed `in' a moment!

^{1 Ref} O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

^{2 Ref} Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

^{3 Ref} My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?

^{4 Ref} Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.

^{5 Ref} For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?

^{6 Ref} I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

^{7 Ref} Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

^{8 Ref} Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.

^{9 Ref} The LORD hath heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.

^{10 Ref} Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.

^{1 Ref} O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger, Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

^{2 Ref} Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.

^{3 Ref} My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?

^{4 Ref} Return, O Jehovah, deliver my soul: Save me for thy lovingkindness' sake.

^{5 Ref} For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?

^{6 Ref} I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

^{7 Ref} Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

^{8 Ref} Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; For Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping.

^{9 Ref} Jehovah hath heard my supplication; Jehovah will receive my prayer.

^{10 Ref} All mine enemies shall be put to shame and sore troubled: They shall turn back, they shall be put to shame suddenly. Psalm 7 Shiggaion of David, which he sang unto Jehova, concerning the words of Cush a Benjamite.