¹O Lord , rebuke me not in thy anger,

nor chasten me in thy wrath.

²Be gracious to me, O Lord , for I am languishing;

O Lord , heal me, for my bones are troubled.

³My soul also is sorely troubled.

But thou, O Lord —how long?

⁴Turn, O Lord , save my life;

deliver me for the sake of thy steadfast love.

⁵For in death there is no remembrance of thee;

in Sheol who can give thee praise?

⁶I am weary with my moaning;

every night I flood my bed with tears;

I drench my couch with my weeping.

⁷My eye wastes away because of grief,

it grows weak because of all my foes.

⁸Depart from me, all you workers of evil;[#Mt 7.23; Lk 13.27.]

for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.

⁹The Lord has heard my supplication;

the Lord accepts my prayer.

¹⁰All my enemies shall be ashamed and sorely troubled;

they shall turn back, and be put to shame in a moment.