1 To the overseer upon the stringed instruments upon the octave, chanting of David. O Jehovah, not in thine anger wilt thou correct me, and not in thy wrath wilt thou chastise me. 2 Compassionate me, O Jehovah, for I languish: heal me, O Jehovah, for my bones trembled. 3 My soul trembled exceedingly: and thou, O Jehovah, how long?
4 Turn back, O Jehovah, deliver my soul: save me for sake of thy mercy. 5 For in death none remembering thee: in hades who shall give thanks to thee?
6 I was wearied with my sighing all the night I shall make my bed to swim with my tears; I shall make my couch to flow. 7 Mine eye fell away from grief; it grew old among all mine enemies.