For the choirmaster, for strings, for the octachord, psalm of David.
Yahweh, do not punish me in Your rage,
or reprove me in the heat of anger.
Pity me, Yahweh, I have no strength left,
heal me, my bones are in torment.
Yahweh, how long will you be?
Come back, Yahweh, rescue my soul,
save me, if You love me;
for in death there is no remembrance of You:
who can sing Your praises in She’ol?
I am worn out with groaning,
every night I drench my pillow
and soak my bed with tears;
my eye is wasted with grief,
I have grown old with enemies all around me.
Away from me, all you evil men!
For Yahweh has heard the sound of my weeping;
Yahweh has heard my petition,
Yahweh will accept my prayer.
Let all my enemies, discredited, in utter torment,
fall back in sudden confusion.
Next… Psalm 7