To the chief Musician for stringed instruments, according to the Sheminith, a psalm of David.

O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger, nor chasten me in your hot displeasure.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak; O Lord, heal me; for my bones shudder.

My soul is also much troubled. And you, O Lord, how long?

Return, O Lord, deliver my soul. Oh save me for the sake of your loving kindness!

For in death there is no remembrance of you. In Sheol who shall give you thanks?

I am weary with my moaning; all night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.

My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my enemies.

Depart from me, all you evil doers; for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord has heard my supplication; the Lord will receive my prayer.

Let all my enemies be ashamed and much troubled; let them return and be ashamed in a moment.