1To the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, set [possibly] an octave below. A Psalm of David. O LORD, rebuke me not in Your anger nor discipline and chasten me in Your hot displeasure.
2Have mercy on me and be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am weak (faint and withered away); O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
3My [inner] self [as well as my body] is also exceedingly disturbed and troubled. But You, O Lord, how long [until You return and speak peace to me]?
4Return [to my relief], O Lord, deliver my life; save me for the sake of Your steadfast love and mercy.
5For in death there is no remembrance of You; in Sheol (the place of the dead) who will give You thanks?
6I am weary with my groaning; all night I soak my pillow with tears, I drench my couch with my weeping.
7My eye grows dim because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.
8Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping. [Matt. 7:23; Luke 13:27.]
9The Lord has heard my supplication; the Lord receives my prayer.
10Let all my enemies be ashamed and sorely troubled; let them turn back and be put to shame suddenly.