1 O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
2 Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
3 My soul is also greatly troubled; but thou, O Lord, how long?
4 Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.
5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in Sheol who shall give thee thanks?
6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night I flood my bed; I water my couch with my tears.
7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxes old because of all mine enemies.
8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.
9 The Lord has heard my supplication; the Lord has received my prayer.
10 All my enemies shall be ashamed; they shall be sorely troubled: they shall turn back and be ashamed suddenly.