To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.
1
Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not,
nor in thy hot wrath chasten me.
2
Pity me, Lord, for I am weak:
Lord, heal me; for my bones vex’d be.
3
Also my soul is troubled sore:
how long, Lord, wilt thou me forsake?
4
Return, O Lord, my soul release:
O save me for thy mercy sake.
5
In death no mem’ry is of thee:
and who shall praise thee in the grave?
6
I faint with groans; all night my bed
swims; I with tears my couch wash’d have.
7
Mine eye with grief is dim and old
because of all mine enemies.
8
But now depart away from me,
all ye that work iniquities;
for Jehovah ev’n now hath heard
the voice of these my weeping tears.
9
Jehovah, hear my humble suit;
Jehovah doth receive my prayers.
10
Let all mine en’mies be asham’d
and greatly troubl’d let them be:
yea let them be returned back
and be ashamed suddenly.
