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| 1. | <To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David.> O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion. |
| 2. | Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled. |
| 3. | My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long? |
| 4. | Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy. |
| 5. | For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise? |
| 6. | The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes. |
| 7. | My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me. |
| 8. | Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping. |
| 9. | The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him. |
| 10. | Let all those who are against me be shamed and deeply troubled; let them be turned back and suddenly put to shame. |
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