For the director.לַמְנַצֵּחַWith stringed instruments,בִּנְגִינוֹתon the eighth.עַל הַשְּׁמִינִיתA psalmמִזְמוֹרof David.לְדָוִדYHWH,יְהוָהdo notאַלrebuke meתוֹכִיחֵנִיin your anger,בְּאַפְּךָnorוְאַלcorrect meתְיַסְּרֵנִיin your fury.בַּחֲמָתְךָ
Show me favor,חָנֵּנִיYHWH,יְהוָהforכִּיIאָנִיam languishing;אֻמְלַלheal me,רְפָאֵנִיYHWH,יְהוָהforכִּיmy bonesעֲצָמָיare dismayed.נִבְהֲלוּ
And my soulוְנַפְשִׁיis greatly dismayed;נִבְהֲלָה מְאֹדbut you,וְאַתָּהYHWH,יְהוָהhow long?עַד מָתָי
Return,שׁוּבָהYHWH,יְהוָהdeliverחַלְּצָהmy soul;נַפְשִׁיsave meהוֹשִׁיעֵנִיfor the sake ofלְמַעַןyour loyal love.חַסְדֶּךָ
Forכִּיin deathבַּמָּוֶתthere is noאֵיןremembrance of you;זִכְרֶךָin Sheolבִּשְׁאוֹלwhoמִיwill give you thanks?יוֹדֶה לָּךְ
I am wearyיָגַעְתִּיwith my groaning;בְּאַנְחָתִיeveryבְכָלnightלַיְלָהI floodאַשְׂחֶהmy bed;מִטָּתִיwith my tearsבְּדִמְעָתִיI soakאַמְסֶהmy couch.עַרְשִׂי
My eyeעֵינִיhas wasted awayעָשְׁשָׁהfrom grief;מִכַּעַסit has grown oldעָתְקָהbecause of allבְּכָלmy adversaries.צוֹרְרָי
Departסוּרוּfrom me,מִמֶּנִּיallכָּלwho workפֹּעֲלֵיwickedness,אָוֶןforכִּיYHWHיְהוָהhas heardשָׁמַעthe voiceקוֹלof my weeping.בִּכְיִי
YHWHיְהוָהhas heardשָׁמַעmy plea;תְּחִנָּתִיYHWHיְהוָהreceivesיִקָּחmy prayer.תְּפִלָּתִי
Allכָּלmy enemiesאֹיְבָיwill be ashamedיֵבֹשׁוּand greatly dismayed;וְיִבָּהֲלוּ מְאֹדthey will turn back,יָשֻׁבוּthey will be ashamedיֵבֹשׁוּin an instant.רָגַע