O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger, Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
Return, O Jehovah, deliver my soul: Save me for thy lovingkindness' sake.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?
I am weary with my groaning Every night make I my bed to swim I water my couch with my tears.
Mine eye wasteth away because of grief It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity For Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping.
Jehovah hath heard my supplication Jehovah will receive my prayer.
All mine enemies shall be put to shame and sore troubled: They shall turn back, they shall be put to shame suddenly.
Leitura na versão Bible American Standard - Inglés