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