My eyes are swollen from grief;
they grow old because of all my enemies.

Depart from me, all evildoers,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.

The Lord has heard my plea for help;
the Lord accepts my prayer.

All my enemies will be ashamed and shake with terror;
they will turn back and suddenly be disgraced.

For the choir director: with stringed instruments, according to Sheminith. A Davidic psalm.Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger;
do not discipline me in Your wrath.

For there is no remembrance of You in death;
who can thank You in Sheol?

my whole being is shaken with terror.
And You, Lord—how long?

I am weary from my groaning;
with my tears I dampen my pillow
and drench my bed every night.

Be gracious to me, Lord, for I am weak;
heal me, Lord, for my bones are shaking;

Turn, Lord! Rescue me;
save me because of Your faithful love.