To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.1O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger,nor discipline me in your wrath.
2Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
3My soul also is greatly troubled.But you, O Lord—how long?
4Turn, O Lord, deliver my life;save me for the sake of your steadfast love.
5For in death there is no remembrance of you;in Sheol who will give you praise?
6I am weary with my moaning;every night I flood my bed with tears;I drench my couch with my weeping.
7My eye wastes away because of grief;it grows weak because of all my foes.
8Depart from me, all you workers of evil,for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
9The Lord has heard my plea;the Lord accepts my prayer.
10All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.