Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger, and chasten me not in thy hot displeasure. Be gracious unto me, Jehovah, for I am withered; Jehovah, heal me, for my bones tremble. And my soul trembleth exceedingly: and thou, Jehovah, till how long? Return, Jehovah, free my soul; save me for thy loving-kindness’ sake. For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in Sheol who shall give thanks unto thee? I am wearied with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I dissolve my couch with my tears. Mine eye wasteth away through grief; it hath grown old because of all mine oppressors.

⁸Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping. ⁹Jehovah hath heard my supplication; Jehovah receiveth my prayer. ¹⁰All mine enemies shall be ashamed and tremble exceedingly; they will turn, they will be ashamed suddenly.

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