Mine eye fell away from grief; it grew old among all mine enemies.

Depart from me, all ye doing vanity, for Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping.

Jehovah heard my supplication; Jehovah will receive my prayer

All mine enemies shall be ashamed, they shall tremble exceedingly they shall turn back, they shall be ashamed suddenly.

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.

For in death none remembering thee: in hades who shall give thanks to thee?

My soul trembled exceedingly: and thou, O Jehovah, how long?

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.

Compassionate me, O Jehovah, for I languish: heal me, O Jehovah, for my bones trembled.

Turn back, O Jehovah, deliver my soul: save me for sake of thy mercy.