2 Favour me, O Jehovah, for I 'am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
3 And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
4 Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.
5 For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
6 I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night 'on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
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