 1 To the Chief Musician, for eight stringed instruments. A Psalm of David. O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger, nor chasten me in the heat of your fury. 2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled. 3 My soul also is exceedingly troubled. But you, O Lord, how long? 4 Return, O Lord, return. Deliver my soul. Save me for your mercy's sake. 5 For in death there is no memory of you. In the grave who shall give you thanks? 6 I am weary in my groaning. All the night I make my bed swim; I melt my couch with my tears. 7 My eye is dim because of grief. It wastes away because of all my enemies. 8 Depart from me, all workers of iniquity. For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping. 9 The Lord has heard my cry. The Lord will receive my prayer. 10 Let all my enemies be ashamed and exceedingly troubled. Let them turn back and be ashamed in a moment.
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