1  To the overcomer in psalms, the psalm of David, on the eighth. Lord, reprove thou not me in thy strong vengeance; neither chastise thou me in thine ire.

2 Lord, have thou mercy on me, for I am sick; Lord, make thou me whole, for all my bones be troubled.

3 And my soul is troubled greatly; but thou, Lord, how long?

4 Lord, be thou converted or turned again, and deliver my soul; make thou me safe, for thy mercy.

5 For none there is in death, that is mindful of thee; but in hell who shall acknowledge to thee?

6 I travailed in my wailing, I shall wash my bed by each night; I shall moisten, either make wet, my bedstraw with my tears.

7 Mine eye is troubled of strong vengeance; I waxed eld or old among all mine enemies.

8 All ye that work wickedness, depart from me; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

9 The Lord hath heard my beseech-ing; the Lord hath received my prayer.

10 All mine enemies be ashamed, and be troubled greatly; be they turned altogether, and be they ashamed full swiftly.