My face, is all sunken with sorrow, - it hath aged, because of all mine adversaries.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for Yahweh hath heard the voice of my weeping:

Yahweh, hath heard my supplication, Yahweh, will receive, my prayer.

Let all my foes, turn pale and be greatly dismayed, Again let them turn pale in a moment.

O Yahweh! do not, in thine anger, correct me, nor, in thy wrath, chastise me.

For, in death, is no remembrance of thee, - In hades, who shall give thanks unto thee?

Yea, my soul, is dismayed greatly, Thou, then, O Yahweh - how long?

I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, - With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:

Show me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh, - for dismayed are my bones:

Return, O Yahweh, deliver my soul, Save me, for the sake of thy lovingkindness;