Only Version ❧ LM/LMD · 8·8·8·8 (D)
To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.
1 Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not, nor in thy hot wrath chasten me. 2 Pity me, Lord, for I am weak: Lord, heal me; for my bones vex’d be. 3 Also my soul is troubled sore: how long, Lord, wilt thou me forsake? 4 Return, O Lord, my soul release: O save me for thy mercy sake.
5 In death no mem’ry is of thee: and who shall praise thee in the grave? 6 I faint with groans; all night my bed swims; I with tears my couch wash’d have. 7 Mine eye with grief is dim and old because of all mine enemies. 8 But now depart away from me, all ye that work iniquities;
for Jehovah ev’n now hath heard the voice of these my weeping tears. 9 Jehovah, hear my humble suit; Jehovah doth receive my prayers. 10 Let all mine en’mies be asham’d and greatly troubl’d let them be: yea let them be returned back and be ashamed suddenly.