Psalms 6
1 To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion.
To the Chief Musician, with stringed Instruments upon the eighth. A Melody of David. O Yahweh! do not, in thine anger, correct me, nor, in thy wrath, chastise me.
2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
Show me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh, —for dismayed are my bones:
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
Yea, my soul, is dismayed greatly, Thou, then, O Yahweh—how long?
4 Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy.
Return, O Yahweh, deliver my soul, Save me, for the sake of thy lovingkindness;
For, in death, is no remembrance of thee, —In hades, who shall give thanks unto thee? (Sheol h7585)
6 The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, —With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:
7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
My face, is all sunken with sorrow, —it hath aged, because of all mine adversaries.
8 Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for Yahweh hath heard the voice of my weeping:
9 The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him.
Yahweh, hath heard my supplication, Yahweh, will receive, my prayer.
10 Let all those who are against me be shamed and deeply troubled; let them be turned back and suddenly put to shame.
Let all my foes, turn pale and be greatly dismayed, Again let them turn pale in a moment.
