To the director; to be accompanied with stringed instruments tuned to Shemʹi·nith. A melody of David.
6 O Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah}, do not reprove me in your anger,
And do not correct me in your rage.
2 Show me favor, O Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah}, for I am growing weak.
Heal me, O Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah}, for my bones are shaking.
3 Yes, I am greatly disturbed,
And I ask you, O Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah}—how long will it be?
4 Return, O Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah}, and rescue me;
Save me for the sake of your loyal love.
5 For in death there is no mention of you;
In the Grave, who will praise you?
6 I have grown weary with my sighing;
All night long I soak my bed with tears;
I flood my couch with weeping.
7 My eye is weak from my grief;
It has dimmed because of all those harassing me.
8 Get away from me, all you who behave wickedly,
For Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah} will hear the sound of my weeping.
9 Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah} will hear my request for favor;
Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah} will accept my prayer.
10 All my enemies will be put to shame and dismayed;
They will fall back in sudden disgrace.