O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger,nor discipline me in your wrath.Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.My soul also is greatly troubled.But you, O Lord — how long?Turn, O Lord, deliver my life;save me for the sake of your steadfast love.For in death there is no remembrance of you;in Sheol who will give you praise?I am weary with my moaning;every night I flood my bed with tears;I drench my couch with my weeping.My eye wastes away because of grief;it grows weak because of all my foes.Depart from me, all you workers of evil,for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.The Lord has heard my plea;the Lord accepts my prayer.All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.