O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger,
nor chasten me in thy wrath.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;

O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is sorely troubled.

But thou, O Lord--how long?

Turn, O Lord, save my life;

deliver me for the sake of thy steadfast love.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee;

in Sheol who can give thee praise?

I am weary with my moaning;

every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
My eye wastes away because of grief,

it grows weak because of all my foes.

Depart from me, all you workers of evil;

for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
The Lord has heard my supplication;

the Lord accepts my prayer.
All my enemies shall be ashamed and sorely troubled;

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

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