1To the Chief Musician, with stringed Instruments upon the eighth. A Melody of David. 2Show me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh,—for dismayed are my bones: 3Yea, my soul, is dismayed greatly, Thou, then, O Yahweh—how long? 4Return, O Yahweh, deliver my soul, Save me, for the sake of thy lovingkindness; 5For, in death, is no remembrance of thee,—In hades, who shall give thanks unto thee? 6I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch,—With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve: 7My face, is all sunken with sorrow,—it hath aged, because of all mine adversaries. 8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for Yahweh hath heard the voice of my weeping: 9Yahweh, hath heard my supplication, Yahweh, will receive, my prayer. 10Let all my foes, turn pale and be greatly dismayed, Again let them turn pale in a moment.