Yahweh, don’t condemn me. Don’t punish me in your fiery anger. Please deal gently with me, Yahweh; show me mercy, for I’m sick and frail and weak. Heal me, Yahweh, for I’m falling apart. My soul is so troubled; but you, Yahweh—how long? Return to Me Yahweh, turn to me and rescue my life because I know your faithful love will never fail me. In the darkness of death who remembers your name in worship? How could I bring you praise if I’m buried in a tomb? I’m worn out with my weeping and groaning. Night after night I soak my pillow with tears, and flood my bed with weeping. My eyes of faith won’t focus anymore, for sorrow fills my heart. There are so many enemies who come against me! Turn from me, all you troublemakers! For Yahweh has turned to hear the sound of my weeping. Yes! Yahweh my healer has heard all my pleading and has taken hold of my prayers and answered them all. Now it’s my enemies who have been shamed. Terror-stricken, they will turn back again, knowing the bitterness of sudden disgrace!