For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.
1Lord, don’t rebuke me in Your anger,
neither discipline me in Your wrath.
2Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am faint.
Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
3My soul is also in great anguish.
But You, Lord—how long?
4Return, Lord. Deliver my soul,
and save me for Your loving kindness’ sake.
5For in death there is no memory of You.
In Sheol, who shall give You thanks?
6I am weary with my groaning.
Every night I flood my bed.
I drench my couch with my tears.
7My eye wastes away because of grief.
It grows old because of all my adversaries.
8Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity,
for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.
9The Lord has heard my supplication.
The Lord accepts my prayer.
10May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed.
They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
1In finem, in carminibus. Psalmus David. Pro octava.
2Domine, ne in furore tuo arguas me, neque in ira tua corripias me. 3Miserere mei, Domine, quoniam infirmus sum; sana me, Domine, quoniam conturbata sunt ossa mea. 4Et anima mea turbata est valde; sed tu, Domine, usquequo? 5Convertere, Domine, et eripe animam meam; salvum me fac propter misericordiam tuam. 6Quoniam non est in morte qui memor sit tui; in inferno autem quis confitebitur tibi? 7Laboravi in gemitu meo; lavabo per singulas noctes lectum meum: lacrimis meis stratum meum rigabo. 8Turbatus est a furore oculus meus; inveteravi inter omnes inimicos meos. 9Discedite a me omnes qui operamini iniquitatem, quoniam exaudivit Dominus vocem fletus mei. 10Exaudivit Dominus deprecationem meam; Dominus orationem meam suscepit. 11Erubescant, et conturbentur vehementer, omnes inimici mei; convertantur, et erubescant valde velociter.