To the chief Musician on strings upon the Sheminit, A Psalm of David.

For the conductor of the singing, on the sheminith [an eight-stringed lyre], a psalm of David.

O Lord, rebuke me not in Thy anger, nor chasten me in Thy hot displeasure.

O L rd, do not rebuke me in Your anger, and do not afflict me in Your wrath.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones shudder;

Be gracious unto me, O L rd, for I languish. Heal me, O L rd, for my bones are confounded.

and my soul is much affrighted. And Thou, O Lord, how long?

And my soul [too] is greatly confounded — and you, O L rd, how long [(will You look on and not heal)]?

Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: oh save me on account of Thy steadfast love.

Turn, O L rd, from Your wrath; rescue my soul [from my sickness]. Save me, for the sake of Your lovingkindness.

For in death there is no remembrance of Thee: in She᾽ol who shall give Thee thanks?

For in death there is no remembering You. Who will praise You in the pit?

I am weary with my groaning: all the night I make my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

I have grown weary with my sighs. [With my tears] I sully my bed each night. With my tears I wet my couch.

My eye is wasted because of grief; it grows weak because of all my enemies.

My eye is dimmed with anger; it is aged by [the "darts" of] all my tormentors.

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

— Depart from me, all doers of wrong; for the L rd has heard the sound of my cry!

The Lord has heard my supplication; the Lord receives my prayer.

The L rd has heard my plaint; the L rd shall accept my prayer.

All my enemies will be ashamed and much affrighted: they will turn back and be confounded in a moment.

All of my foes [will call to their gods and] they will be shamed and sorely confounded. [Then] they will turn [and call to the L rd] — and they will be shamed in an instant! [(for having called upon Him only as an “afterthought” [viz. 18:42])]