Lord, as I read your Word, humble me and show me your ways. Let your will be done that I may have Christ and see him on every page. That His righteousness, and not my own, is sought and received. Not of my merit but of His; given to me as a gift. Amen.
For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.
1 Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath. 2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled. 3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh—how long? 4 Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake. 5 For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol,* who shall give you thanks? 6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears. 7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries. 8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping. 9 Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer. 10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.