O Lord, Deliver My Life
O LORD, a do not rebuke me in Your anger,
Nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure.
Have mercy on me, O LORD, for I am weak;
O LORD, b heal me, for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is greatly c troubled;
But You, O LORD - how long?
Return, O LORD, deliver me!
Oh, save me for Your mercies' sake!
d For in death there is no remembrance of You;
In the grave who will give You thanks?
I am weary with my groaning;
All night I make my bed swim;
I drench my couch with my tears.
e My eye wastes away because of grief;
It grows old because of all my enemies.
f Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity;
For the LORD has g heard the voice of my weeping.
The LORD has heard my supplication;
The LORD will receive my prayer.
Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled;
Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly.
New King James Version (NKJV) Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc.
O LORD, do not rebuke me in Your wrath, Nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure!
The LORD has chastened me severely, But He has not given me over to death.
O LORD, correct me, but with justice; Not in Your anger, lest You bring me to nothing.
I said, "LORD, be merciful to me; Heal my soul, for I have sinned against You.
He heals the brokenhearted And binds up their wounds.
Come, and let us return to the LORD; For He has torn, but He will heal us; He has stricken, but He will bind us up.
For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draws near to the grave.
Now My soul is troubled, and what shall I say? 'Father, save Me from this hour'? But for this purpose I came to this hour.
What profit is there in my blood, When I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your truth?
Psalms 88:10 - 12
Will You work wonders for the dead? Shall the dead arise and praise You? Selah
The dead do not praise the LORD, Nor any who go down into silence.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work or device or knowledge or wisdom in the grave where you are going.
For Sheol cannot thank You, Death cannot praise You; Those who go down to the pit cannot hope for Your truth.
My eye has also grown dim because of sorrow, And all my members are like shadows.
Have mercy on me, O LORD, for I am in trouble; My eye wastes away with grief, Yes, my soul and my body!
Then He will also say to those on the left hand, 'Depart from Me, you cursed, into the everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels:
I cried to the LORD with my voice, And He heard me from His holy hill. Selah
Blessed be the LORD, Because He has heard the voice of my supplications!