Psalms 6
1 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.
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 Haue mercie vpon me, O Lord, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
Show me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh, —for dismayed are my bones:
3 My soule is also sore troubled: but Lord how long wilt thou delay?
Yea, my soul, is dismayed greatly, Thou, then, O Yahweh—how long?
4 Returne, O Lord: deliuer my soule: saue me for thy mercies sake.
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 I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, —With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:
7 Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
My face, is all sunken with sorrow, —it hath aged, because of all mine adversaries.
8 Away from mee all ye workers of iniquitie: for the Lord hath heard the voyce of my weeping.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for Yahweh hath heard the voice of my weeping:
9 The Lord hath heard my petition: the Lord will receiue my prayer.
Yahweh, hath heard my supplication, Yahweh, will receive, my prayer.
10 All mine enemies shall be confounded and sore vexed: they shall be turned backe, and put to shame suddenly.
Let all my foes, turn pale and be greatly dismayed, Again let them turn pale in a moment.
