To the chief singer, with stringed instruments on lyre. A psalm of Dawiḏ.
1 O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, do not rebuke me in Your displeasure,
Nor discipline me in Your wrath.
2 Show favour to me, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, for I am fading away;
O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, heal me, for my bones have been troubled.
3 And my being has been greatly troubled;
And You, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 – till when?
4 Return, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, rescue my life!
Oh, save me for Your kindness’ sake!
5 For in death there is no remembrance of You;
Who gives You thanks in the grave?
6 I have grown weary with my groaning;
Every night I flood my bed;
I drench my couch with my tears.
7 My eye has grown dim because of grief;
It grows old because of all my adversaries.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of wickedness;
For 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 has heard the voice of my weeping.
9 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 has heard my pleading;
𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 receives my prayer.
10 Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled;
They turn back suddenly, ashamed.”