Psalms 6

1 For the End, a Psalm of David among the Hymns for the eighth. O Lord, rebuke me not in your wrath, neither chasten me in your anger.

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 Pity me, O Lord; for I am weak: heal me, O Lord; for my bones are vexed.

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

3 My soul also is grievously vexed: but you, O Lord, how long?

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

4 Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: save me for your mercy's sake.

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

5 For in death no man remembers you: and who will give you thanks in Hades? (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; I shall wash my bed every night; I shall water my couch with 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 is troubled because of my wrath; I am worn out because of all my enemies.

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

8 Depart from me, all you that work iniquity; for the Lord has 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 The Lord has listened to my petition; the Lord has accepted my prayer.

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

10 Let all mine enemies be put to shame and sore troubled: let them be turned back and grievously put to shame speedily.

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