To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. O LORD, rebuke me not in thy 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 agitated.
My soul is also greatly disquieted: 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 will give thee thanks?
I am weary with my groaning; all the night I make my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
My eye is consumed because of grief; it groweth old because of all my 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 my enemies be ashamed and greatly disquieted: let them return [and] be suddenly ashamed.