O Lord, reprove me not in your anger, nor chastise me in your wrath.
Have pity on me, O Lord, for I am languishing ; heal me, O Lord, for my
body is in terror ;
My soul, too, is utterly terrified ; but you, O Lord, how long?
Return, O Lord, save my life ; rescue me because of your kindness,
For among the dead no one remembers you ; in the nether world who
gives you thanks?
I am wearied with sighing ; every night I flood my bed with weeping ; I
drench my couch with my tears.
My eyes are dimed with sorrow ; they have aged because of all my foes.
Depart from me, all evildoers, for the Lord has heard the sound of my
weeping ;
The Lord has heard my plea ; the Lord has accepted my prayer.
All my enemies shall be put to shame in utter terror ; they shall fall back
in sudden shame.
