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.

Unto the end, in verses, a psalm for David, for the octave. O Lord, rebuke me not in thy indignation, nor chastise me in thy wrath.

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 weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

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

And my soul is troubled exceedingly: but thou, O Lord, how long?

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

Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy’s sake.

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

For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell? (Sheol h7585)

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

I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

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

My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst 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 ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

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

The Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my prayer.

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

Let all my enemies be ashamed, and be very much troubled: let them be turned back, and be ashamed very speedily.