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.

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

Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am sijk; Lord, make thou me hool, for alle my boonys ben troblid.

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

And my soule is troblid greetli; but thou, Lord, hou long?

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

Lord, be thou conuertid, and delyuere my soule; make thou me saaf, for thi merci.

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

For noon is in deeth, which is myndful of thee; but in helle who schal knouleche to thee? (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 traueilide in my weilyng, Y schal waische my bed bi ech nyyt; Y schal moiste, `ether make weet, my bedstre with my teeris.

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

Myn iye is disturblid of woodnesse; Y waxe eld among alle myn enemyes.

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

Alle ye that worchen wickidnesse, departe fro me; for the Lord hath herd the vois of my wepyng.

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

The Lord hath herd my bisechyng; the Lord hath resseyued my preier.

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

Alle my enemyes be aschamed, and be disturblid greetli; be thei turned togidere, and be thei aschamed ful swiftli.