Psalms 6

1 Unto the end, in verses, a psalm for David, for the octave. O Lord, rebuke me not in thy indignation, nor chastise me in thy wrath.

To him that excelleth on Neginoth upon the eith tune. A Psalme of Dauid. O lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chastise me in thy wrath.

2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

Haue mercie vpon me, O Lord, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.

3 And my soul is troubled exceedingly: but thou, O Lord, how long?

My soule is also sore troubled: but Lord how long wilt thou delay?

4 Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy’s sake.

Returne, O Lord: deliuer my soule: saue me for thy mercies sake.

5 For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell? (Sheol h7585)

For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the graue who shall prayse thee? (Sheol h7585)

6 I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.

7 My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.

Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.

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

Away from mee all ye workers of iniquitie: for the Lord hath heard the voyce of my weeping.

9 The Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my prayer.

The Lord hath heard my petition: the Lord will receiue my prayer.

10 Let all my enemies be ashamed, and be very much troubled: let them be turned back, and be ashamed very speedily.

All mine enemies shall be confounded and sore vexed: they shall be turned backe, and put to shame suddenly.