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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For in death no man remembers you: and who will give you thanks in Hades? (Sheol h7585)

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

I am wearied with my groaning; I shall wash my bed every night; I shall water my couch with tears.

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

Mine eye is troubled because of my wrath; I am worn out because of all my enemies.

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

Depart from me, all you that work iniquity; for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

9 Jehovah has heard my plea. Jehovah has accepted my prayer.

The Lord has listened to my petition; the Lord has accepted my prayer.

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

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