Psalms 6

1 [For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.] LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

O Yhwh, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

2 Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am frail. LORD, heal me, for my bones are trembling.

Have mercy upon me, O Yhwh; for I am weak: O Yhwh, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

3 And my soul is greatly troubled. But you, LORD, how long?

My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Yhwh, how long?

4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul. Save me because of your lovingkindness.

Return, O Yhwh, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.

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

For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks? (Sheol h7585)

6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I drench my bed; I melt my couch with my tears.

I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

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

Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the sound of my weeping.

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

9 The LORD has heard my plea. The LORD has accepted my prayer.

Yhwh hath heard my supplication; Yhwh will receive my prayer.

10 May all my enemies be ashamed and greatly terrified. May they turn back, suddenly ashamed.

Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.