Unto the end: a Psalm of David, among the songs for the eighth.
O Lord, rebuke me not in Thine anger, neither chasten me in Thy wrath.
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? Turn Thee, O Lord, deliver my soul; oh save me for Thy mercy’s sake.
For in death there is none that is mindful of Thee, and in Hades who shall give Thee thanks? I am weary with my groaning; every night will I wash my bed, I will water my couch with my tears.
Mine eye is troubled because of anger; I am waxen old among 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 hath received my prayer.
Let all my enemies be ashamed and sore vexed; let them be turned back, and be ashamed suddenly.