^{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!