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- «For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.»
Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
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- Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
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- My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh - how long?
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- Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness' sake.
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- For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?
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- I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
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- My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
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- Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.
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- Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.
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- May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
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