| 1 | To the Chief Musician. With stringed instruments. On an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David. O Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger, Nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure. |
| 2 | Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled. |
| 3 | My soul also is greatly troubled; But You, O Lord--how long? |
| 4 | Return, O Lord, deliver me! Oh, save me for Your mercies` sake! |
| 5 | For in death there is no remembrance of You; In the grave who will give You thanks? |
| 6 | I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears. |
| 7 | My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies. |
| 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 will receive my prayer. |
| 10 | Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled; Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly. |