Psalms

O Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger, Nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure.

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

My soul also is greatly troubled; But You, O Lord—how long?

Return, O Lord, deliver me! Oh, save me for Your mercies’ sake!

For in death there is no remembrance of You; In the grave who will give You thanks?

I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.

My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord has heard my supplication; The Lord will receive my prayer.

Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled; Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly.