1 For the music director, on the eight-string lyre, a psalm of David.
2 Adonai, do not rebuke me in Your anger! Do not discipline me in Your wrath.
3 Be gracious to me, Adonai, for I am weak. Heal me, Adonai— for my bones are shuddering with fear,
4 as is my soul— and You, Adonai—how long?
5 Turn toward me, Adonai, deliver my soul! Save me—because of Your mercy.
6 For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?
7 I am worn out with my groaning. Every night I make my bed swim, drenching my pillow with my tears.
8 My eyes are weakened with grief— they age because of my enemies.
9 Away from me, all you evildoers! For Adonai heard the sound of my weeping.
10 Adonai has heard my cry for mercy. Adonai accepts my prayer:
11 “May all my enemies be ashamed, and stricken with terror. May they turn back in sudden disgrace.”