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 ouercomere in salmes, the salm of Dauid, `on the eiythe. Lord, repreue thou not me in thi stronge veniaunce; nether chastice thou me in thin ire.
2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am sijk; Lord, make thou me hool, for alle my boonys ben troblid.
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
And my soule is troblid greetli; but thou, Lord, hou long?
4 Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy.
Lord, be thou conuertid, and delyuere my soule; make thou me saaf, for thi merci.
For noon is in deeth, which is myndful of thee; but in helle who schal knouleche to 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 traueilide in my weilyng, Y schal waische my bed bi ech nyyt; Y schal moiste, `ether make weet, my bedstre with my teeris.
7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
Myn iye is disturblid of woodnesse; Y waxe eld among alle myn enemyes.
8 Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping.
Alle ye that worchen wickidnesse, departe fro me; for the Lord hath herd the vois of my wepyng.
9 The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him.
The Lord hath herd my bisechyng; the Lord hath resseyued my preier.
10 Let all those who are against me be shamed and deeply troubled; let them be turned back and suddenly put to shame.
Alle my enemyes be aschamed, and be disturblid greetli; be thei turned togidere, and be thei aschamed ful swiftli.
