¹⁴ Therefore, thou son of man, prophesy and say to Cog: Thus saith the Lord God: Shalt thou not know, in that day, when my people of Israel shall dwell securely?

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. A meditation by David, which he sang to Yahweh, concerning the words of Cush, the Benjamite.