1 Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh--how long?

4 Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness' sake.

5 For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

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

9 Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.

10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly. A meditation by David, which he sang to Yahweh, concerning the words of Cush, the Benjamite.