O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger,
or discipline me in your wrath.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am
O Lord, heal me, for my bones are
plagued with cancer.
My soul also is suffering,
while you, O Lord—how long?
Turn, O Lord, save my life;
deliver me from the plague that
consumes my body.
For in death there is no communication
with my beloved ones;
in Sheol who shall I talk to?
I am weary with my moaning;
every night my legs swell with weakness;
My body bloats with affliction.
My body wastes away because of thieves;
it grows weak because of the plague.
Depart from me, all you thieves,
for the Lord has heard the sound of
The Lord has heard my desperation;
the Lord accepts prayer.
The plague shall dissipate from my body and
the thieves wither in fear;
they shall turn back, and in a moment
be put to shame.