Title For the director of music. With stringed instruments. According to sheminith. A psalm of David.

1 Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger

or discipline me in your wrath.

2 Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am faint;

heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony.

3 My soul is in deep anguish.

How long, Lord, how long?

4 Turn, Lord, and deliver me;

save me because of your unfailing love.

5 Among the dead no one proclaims your name.

Who praises you from the grave?

6 I am worn out from my groaning.

All night long I flood my bed with weeping

and drench my couch with tears.

7 My eyes grow weak with sorrow;

they fail because of all my foes.

8 Away from me, all you who do evil,

for the Lord has heard my weeping.

9 The Lord has heard my cry for mercy;

the Lord accepts my prayer.

10 All my enemies will be overwhelmed with shame and anguish;

they will turn back and suddenly be put to shame.

Title To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

1 O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger,

nor discipline me in your wrath.

2 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;

heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

3 My soul also is greatly troubled.

But you, O Lord—how long?

4 Turn, O Lord, deliver my life;

save me for the sake of your steadfast love.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of you;

in Sheol who will give you praise?

6 I am weary with my moaning;

every night I flood my bed with tears;

I drench my couch with my weeping.

7 My eye wastes away because of grief;

it grows weak because of all my foes.

8 Depart from me, all you workers of evil,

for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.

9 The Lord has heard my plea;

the Lord accepts my prayer.

10 All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;

they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.

Title To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

1 O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger,

Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

2 Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak:

O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

3 My soul is also sore vexed:

But thou, O Lord, how long?

4 Return, O Lord, deliver my soul:

Oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee:

In the grave who shall give thee thanks?

6 I am weary with my groaning;

All the night make I my bed to swim;

I water my couch with my tears.

7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief;

It waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;

For the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

9 The Lord hath heard my supplication;

The Lord will receive my prayer.

10 Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed:

Let them return and be ashamed suddenly.

Title For the choir director: A psalm of David, to be accompanied by an eight-stringed instrument.

1 O Lord, don’t rebuke me in your anger

or discipline me in your rage.

2 Have compassion on me, Lord, for I am weak.

Heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony.

3 I am sick at heart.

How long, O Lord, until you restore me?

4 Return, O Lord, and rescue me.

Save me because of your unfailing love.

5 For the dead do not remember you.

Who can praise you from the grave?

6 I am worn out from sobbing.

All night I flood my bed with weeping,

drenching it with my tears.

7 My vision is blurred by grief;

my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.

8 Go away, all you who do evil,

for the Lord has heard my weeping.

9 The Lord has heard my plea;

the Lord will answer my prayer.

10 May all my enemies be disgraced and terrified.

May they suddenly turn back in shame.

Title To the Chief Musician. With Stringed Instruments. On An Eight-Stringed Harp. A Psalm of David.

1 O Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger,

Nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure.

2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak;

O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

3 My soul also is greatly troubled;

But You, O Lord—how long?

4 Return, O Lord, deliver me!

Oh, save me for Your mercies’ sake!

5 For in death there is no remembrance of You;

In the grave who will give You thanks?

6 I am weary with my groaning;

All night I make my bed swim;

I drench my couch with my tears.

7 My eye wastes away because of grief;

It grows old because of all my enemies.

8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity;

For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

9 The Lord has heard my supplication;

The Lord will receive my prayer.

10 Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled;

Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly.

Title For the director of music. With stringed instruments. Upon the sheminith. A psalm of David.

1 Lord, don’t correct me when you are angry;

don’t punish me when you are very angry.

2 Lord, have mercy on me because I am weak.

Heal me, Lord, because my bones ache.

3 I am very upset.

Lord, how long will it be?

4 Lord, return and save me;

save me because of your kindness.

5 Dead people don’t remember you;

those in the grave don’t praise you.

6 I am tired of crying to you.

Every night my bed is wet with tears;

my bed is soaked from my crying.

7 My eyes are weak from so much crying;

they are weak from crying about my enemies.

8 Get away from me, all you who do evil,

because the Lord has heard my crying.

9 The Lord has heard my cry for help;

the Lord will answer my prayer.

10 All my enemies will be ashamed and troubled.

They will turn and suddenly leave in shame.

Title For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

1 O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger,

Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

2 Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away:

O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.

3 My soul also is sore troubled:

And thou, O Jehovah, how long?

4 Return, O Jehovah, deliver my soul:

Save me for thy lovingkindness’ sake.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee:

In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?

6 I am weary with my groaning;

Every night make I my bed to swim;

I water my couch with my tears.

7 Mine eye wasteth away because of grief;

It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;

For Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping.

9 Jehovah hath heard my supplication;

Jehovah will receive my prayer.

10 All mine enemies shall be put to shame and sore troubled:

They shall turn back, they shall be put to shame suddenly.

Title To the chief Musician. On stringed instruments, upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

1 Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger, and chasten me not in thy hot displeasure. 2 Be gracious unto me, Jehovah, for I am withered; Jehovah, heal me, for my bones tremble. 3 And my soul trembleth exceedingly: and thou, Jehovah, till how long? 4 Return, Jehovah, free my soul; save me for thy loving-kindness’ sake. 5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in Sheol who shall give thanks unto thee? 6 I am wearied with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I dissolve my couch with my tears. 7 Mine eye wasteth away through grief; it hath grown old because of all mine oppressors.

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

Title For the choir director; with stringed instruments, on the sheminith;a psalm by David. 

1 O Lord, do not punish me in your anger 

or discipline me in your rage. 

2 Have pity on me, O Lord, because I am weak. 

Heal me, O Lord, because my bones shake with terror. 

3 My soul has been deeply shaken with terror. 

But you, O Lord, how long …? 

4 Come back, O Lord. 

Rescue me. 

Save me because of your mercy! 

5 In death, no one remembers you. 

In the grave, who praises you? 

6 I am worn out from my groaning. 

My eyes flood my bed every night. 

I soak my couch with tears. 

7 My eyes blur from grief. 

They fail because of my enemies. 

8 Get away from me, all you troublemakers, 

because the Lord has heard the sound of my crying. 

9 The Lord has heard my plea for mercy. 

The Lord accepts my prayer. 

10 All my enemies will be put to shame and deeply shaken with terror. 

In a moment they will retreat and be put to shame. 

Title For the choir director: with stringed instruments, according to Sheminith. A Davidic psalm.

1 Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger;

do not discipline me in Your wrath.

2 Be gracious to me, Lord, for I am weak;

heal me, Lord, for my bones are shaking;

3 my whole being is shaken with terror.

And You, Lord—how long?

4 Turn, Lord! Rescue me;

save me because of Your faithful love.

5 For there is no remembrance of You in death;

who can thank You in Sheol?

6 I am weary from my groaning;

with my tears I dampen my pillow

and drench my bed every night.

7 My eyes are swollen from grief;

they grow old because of all my enemies.

8 Depart from me, all evildoers,

for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.

9 The Lord has heard my plea for help;

the Lord accepts my prayer.

10 All my enemies will be ashamed and shake with terror;

they will turn back and suddenly be disgraced.

Title To the leader: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

1 O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger,

or discipline me in your wrath.

2 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;

O Lord, heal me, for my bones are shaking with terror.

3 My soul also is struck with terror,

while you, O Lord—how long?

4 Turn, O Lord, save my life;

deliver me for the sake of your steadfast love.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of you;

in Sheol who can give you praise?

6 I am weary with my moaning;

every night I flood my bed with tears;

I drench my couch with my weeping.

7 My eyes waste away because of grief;

they grow weak because of all my foes.

8 Depart from me, all you workers of evil,

for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.

9 The Lord has heard my supplication;

the Lord accepts my prayer.

10 All my enemies shall be ashamed and struck with terror;

they shall turn back, and in a moment be put to shame.

Title For the music director; with stringed instruments, on the Sheminith.

A psalm of David.

1 O Yahweh, do not rebuke me in your anger,

and do not discipline me in your wrath.

2 Be gracious to me, O Yahweh, because I am feeble.

Heal me, O Yahweh, for my bones are terrified.

3 My soul is also very terrified.

But you, O Yahweh, how long?

4 Turn, O Yahweh; deliver my life.

Save me for the sake of your steadfast love.

5 For there is no remembrance of you in death.

In Sheol, who will give thanks to you?

6 I am weary with my groaning;

I flood my bed every night.

With my tears I drench my couch.

7 My eye wastes away because of vexation;

it grows old because of all my oppressors.

8 Depart from me, all workers of evil,

for Yahweh has heard the sound of my weeping.

9 Yahweh has heard my plea;

Yahweh has accepted my prayer.

10 All my enemies shall be ashamed and shall be very terrified.

They shall turn back; they shall suddenly be ashamed.

Title For the director of music. For sheminith. A psalm of David to be played on stringed instruments.

1 Lord, don’t correct me when you are angry.

Don’t punish me when you are burning with anger.

2 Lord, have mercy on me. I’m so weak.

Lord, heal me. My body is full of pain.

3 My soul is very troubled.

Lord, how long will it be until you save me?

4 Lord, turn to me and help me.

Save me. Your love never fails.

5 People can’t remember you when they are dead.

How can they praise you when they are in the grave?

6 My groaning has worn me out.

All night long my tears flood my bed.

My bed is wet because of my crying.

7 I’m so sad I can’t see very well.

My eyesight gets worse because of all of my enemies.

8 Get away from me, all of you who do evil.

The Lord has heard my sobbing.

9 The Lord has heard my cry for his favor.

The Lord accepts my prayer.

10 All of my enemies will be troubled and put to shame.

They will turn back in dishonor. It will happen suddenly.

Title For the choir director; with stringed instruments, upon an eight-string lyre. A Psalm of David.

1 O Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger,

Nor chasten me in Your wrath.

2 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am pining away;

Heal me, O Lord, for my bones are dismayed.

3 And my soul is greatly dismayed;

But You, O Lord—how long?

4 Return, O Lord, rescue my soul;

Save me because of Your lovingkindness.

5 For there is no mention of You in death;

In Sheol who will give You thanks?

6 I am weary with my sighing;

Every night I make my bed swim,

I dissolve my couch with my tears.

7 My eye has wasted away with grief;

It has become old because of all my adversaries.

8 Depart from me, all you who do iniquity,

For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

9 The Lord has heard my supplication,

The Lord receives my prayer.

10 All my enemies will be ashamed and greatly dismayed;

They shall turn back, they will suddenly be ashamed.