Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxes old because of all mine enemies.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.

The LORD has heard my supplication; the LORD has received my prayer.

All my enemies shall be ashamed; they shall be sorely troubled: they shall turn back and be ashamed suddenly.

O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in Sheol who shall give thee thanks?

My soul is also greatly troubled; but thou, O LORD, how long?

I am weary with my groaning; all the night I flood my bed; I water my couch with my tears.

Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak; O LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.