Psalms 6
1 [For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.] Jehovah, do not rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion.
2 Be gracious to me, Jehovah, for I am frail. Jehovah, heal me, for my bones are trembling.
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
3 And my soul is greatly troubled. But you, Jehovah, how long?
My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
4 Return, Jehovah. Deliver my soul. Save me because of your lovingkindness.
Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy.
For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise? (Sheol h7585)
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I drench my bed; I melt my couch with my tears.
The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Jehovah has heard the sound of my weeping.
Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping.
9 Jehovah has heard my plea. Jehovah has accepted my prayer.
The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him.
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and greatly terrified. May they turn back, suddenly ashamed.
Let all those who are against me be shamed and deeply troubled; let them be turned back and suddenly put to shame.
