Psalms 6

1 To the chief Musician. On stringed instruments, upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger, and chasten me not in thy hot displeasure.

For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

2 Be gracious unto me, Jehovah, for I am withered; Jehovah, heal me, for my bones tremble.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

3 And my soul trembleth exceedingly: and thou, Jehovah, till how long?

My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh—how long?

4 Return, Jehovah, free my soul; save me for thy loving-kindness' sake.

Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in Sheol who shall give thanks unto thee? (Sheol h7585)

For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks? (Sheol h7585)

6 I am wearied with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I dissolve my couch with my tears.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

7 Mine eye wasteth away through grief; it hath grown old because of all mine oppressors.

My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping.

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

9 Jehovah hath heard my supplication; Jehovah receiveth my prayer.

Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.

10 All mine enemies shall be ashamed and tremble exceedingly; they will turn, they will be ashamed suddenly.

May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.