My eye has wasted away with grief;
It has become old because of all my adversaries.

Depart from me, all you who do iniquity,
For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord has heard my supplication,
The Lord receives my prayer.

All my enemies will be ashamed and greatly dismayed;
They shall turn back, they will suddenly be ashamed.

For the choir director; with stringed instruments, upon an eight-string lyre. A Psalm of David.
O Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger,
Nor chasten me in Your wrath.

For there is no mention of You in death;
In Sheol who will give You thanks?

And my soul is greatly dismayed;
But You, O Lord—how long?

I am weary with my sighing;
Every night I make my bed swim,
I dissolve my couch with my tears.

Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am pining away;
Heal me, O Lord, for my bones are dismayed.

Return, O Lord, rescue my soul;
Save me because of Your lovingkindness.