| 1 | To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me. |
| 2 | Favour me, O Jehovah, for I [am] weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones, |
| 3 | And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when? |
| 4 | Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness` sake. |
| 5 | For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee? |
| 6 | I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night [on] my bed, With my tear my couch I waste. |
| 7 | Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries, |
| 8 | Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping, |
| 9 | Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth. |
| 10 | Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed [in] a moment! |
