| To the Chief Musician. With stringed instruments. On an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David. | |
| 1 | O LORD, do not rebuke me in Your anger, Nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure. |
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Κύριε,μὴτῶθυμῶσουελέγξηςμεμηδὲτῆοργῆσουπαιδεύσηςμε.
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| 2 | Have mercy on me, O LORD, for I am weak; O LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled. |
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ελέησόνμε,κύριε,ότιασθενήςειμι·ίασαίμε,κύριε,ότιεταράχθητὰοστᾶμου,
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| 3 | My soul also is greatly troubled; But You, O LORD—how long? |
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καὶηψυχήμουεταράχθησφόδρα·καὶσύ,κύριε,έωςπότε;
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| 4 | Return, O LORD, deliver me! Oh, save me for Your mercies’ sake! |
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επίστρεψον,κύριε,ρῦσαιτὴνψυχήνμου,σῶσόνμεένεκεντοῦελέουςσου.
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| 5 | For in death there is no remembrance of You; In the grave who will give You thanks? |
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ότιουκέστινεντῶθανάτωομνημονεύωνσου·ενδὲτῶάδητίςεξομολογήσεταίσοι;
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| 6 | I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears. |
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εκοπίασαεντῶστεναγμῶμου,λούσωκαθ᾿εκάστηννύκτατὴνκλίνηνμου,ενδάκρυσίνμουτὴνστρωμνήνμουβρέξω.
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| 7 | My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies. |
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εταράχθηαπὸθυμοῦοοφθαλμόςμου,επαλαιώθηνενπᾶσιντοῖςεχθροῖςμου.
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| 8 | Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; For the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping. |
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απόστητεαπ᾿εμοῦ,πάντεςοιεργαζόμενοιτὴνανομίαν,ότιεισήκουσενκύριοςτῆςφωνῆςτοῦκλαυθμοῦμου·
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| 9 | The LORD has heard my supplication; The LORD will receive my prayer. |
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εισήκουσενκύριοςτῆςδεήσεώςμου,κύριοςτὴνπροσευχήνμουπροσεδέξατο.
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| 10 | Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled; Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly. |
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αισχυνθείησανκαὶταραχθείησανσφόδραπάντεςοιεχθροίμου,αποστραφείησανκαὶκαταισχυνθείησανσφόδραδιὰτάχους.
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