61 O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me. 2 Favour me, O Jehovah, for I 'am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones, 3 And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when? 4 Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake. 5 For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee? 6 I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night 'on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste. 7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
8 Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping, 9 Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth. 10 Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back—ashamed 'in' a moment!
