Psalms

To the Chief Musician, with stringed Instruments upon the eighth. A Melody of David.

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

2 Shew me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh,—for dismayed are my bones:

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

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

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

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

7 My face is all sunken with sorrow,—It hath aged because of all mine adversaries.

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

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

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