To the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, set +[possibly+] an octave below. A Psalm of David.

¹O Lord , rebuke me not in Your anger nor discipline and chasten me in Your hot displeasure.

²Have mercy on me and be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am weak (faint and withered away); O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

³My [inner] self [as well as my body] is also exceedingly disturbed and troubled. But You, O Lord, how long [until You return and speak peace to me]?

⁴Return [to my relief], O Lord, deliver my life; save me for the sake of Your steadfast love and mercy.

⁵For in death there is no remembrance of You; in Sheol (the place of the dead) who will give You thanks?

⁶I am weary with my groaning; all night I soak my pillow with tears, I drench my couch with my weeping.

⁷My eye grows dim because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.

⁸Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping. [Matt. 7:23; Luke 13:27.]

⁹The Lord has heard my supplication; the Lord receives my prayer.

¹⁰Let all my enemies be ashamed and sorely troubled; let them turn back and be put to shame suddenly.