To the chief Musician
on Neginoth
upon Sheminith,
A Psalm
of David.
O LORD,
rebuke
me not in thine anger,
neither chasten
me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy
upon me, O LORD;
for I am weak:
O LORD,
heal
me; for my bones
are vexed.
My soul
is also sore
vexed:
but thou, O LORD,
how long?
Return,
O LORD,
deliver
my soul:
oh save
me for thy mercies'
sake.
For in death
there is no remembrance
of thee: in the grave
who shall give thee thanks?
I am weary
with my groaning;
all the night
make I my bed
to swim;
I water
my couch
with my tears.
Mine eye
is consumed
because of grief;
it waxeth old
because of all mine enemies.
Depart
from me, all ye workers
of iniquity;
for the LORD
hath heard
the voice
of my weeping.
The LORD
hath heard
my supplication;
the LORD
will receive
my prayer.
Let all mine enemies
be ashamed
and sore
vexed:
let them return
and be ashamed
suddenly.
