To the Chief Musician, for eight-stringed instruments. A Psalm of David. 1O LORD, rebuke me not in Your anger, nor chasten me in the heat of Your fury. 2Be gracious unto me, O LORD, for I am weak; O LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled. 3My soul also is exceedingly troubled; but You, O LORD--how long? 4Return, O LORD, return; deliver my soul; save me for Your mercy's sake, 5For in death there is no memory of You; in the grave who shall give You thanks? 6I am weary in my groaning; all the night I make my bed to swim; I drench my couch with my tears. 7My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my enemies. 8Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping. 9The LORD has heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer. 10Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly dismayed; let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly. A Faithful Version Copyright © 2007, 2009, 2010, 2011 York Publishing Company Post Office Box 1038 Hollister, California 95024-1038 All rights reserved. All Scripture may be freely quoted except for brief excerpts for review purposes, no part of this publication may be reproduced or used in any form or by any means--electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or information storage and retrieval systems, or use of hermeneutical conclusions of copyright owner. Bible Hub |
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