1. For the music director, on the eight-string lyre, a psalm of David.
2. Adonai, do not rebuke me in Your anger! Do not discipline me in Your wrath.
3. Be gracious to me, Adonai, for I am weak. Heal me, Adonai— for my bones are shuddering with fear,
4. as is my soul— and You, Adonai—how long?
5. Turn toward me, Adonai, deliver my soul! Save me—because of Your mercy.
6. For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?
7. I am worn out with my groaning. Every night I make my bed swim, drenching my pillow with my tears.
8. My eyes are weakened with grief— they age because of my enemies.
9. Away from me, all you evildoers! For Adonai heard the sound of my weeping.
10. Adonai has heard my cry for mercy. Adonai accepts my prayer:
11. “May all my enemies be ashamed, and stricken with terror. May they turn back in sudden disgrace.”