"For the music leader // On stringed instruments // According to the eighth // A psalm of David"
Please, LORD, don't punish me when you are angry; don't discipline me when you are furious.
Have mercy on me, LORD, because I'm frail.
Heal me, LORD, because my bones are shaking in terror!
My whole body is completely terrified! But you, LORD! How long will this last?
Come back to me, LORD! Deliver me!
Save me for the sake of your faithful love!
No one is going to praise you when they are dead.
Who gives you thanks from the grave?
I'm worn out from groaning. Every night, I drench my bed with tears; I soak my couch all the way through.
My vision fails because of my grief; it's weak because of all my distress.
Get away from me, all you evildoers, because the LORD has heard me crying!
The LORD has listened to my request.
The LORD accepted my prayer.
All my enemies will be ashamed and completely terrified; they will be defeated and ashamed instantly.
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