1 For the leader; with stringed instruments, “upon the eighth.”A psalm of David.
2 Do not reprove me in your anger, Lord,nor punish me in your wrath.
3 Have pity on me, Lord, for I am weak;heal me, Lord, for my bones are shuddering.
4 My soul too is shuddering greatly—and you, Lord, how long…?
5 Turn back, Lord, rescue my soul;save me because of your mercy.
6 For in death there is no remembrance of you.Who praises you in Sheol?
7 I am wearied with sighing;all night long I drench my bed with tears;I soak my couch with weeping.
8 My eyes are dimmed with sorrow,worn out because of all my foes.
9 Away from me, all who do evil!The Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
10 The Lord has heard my plea;the Lord will receive my prayer.
11 My foes will all be disgraced and will shudder greatly;they will turn back in sudden disgrace.