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.

לַמְנַצֵּ֣חַ בִּ֭נְגִינֹות עַֽל־הַשְּׁמִינִ֗ית מִזְמֹ֥ור לְדָוִֽד׃ יְֽהוָ֗ה אַל־בְּאַפְּךָ֥ תֹוכִיחֵ֑נִי וְֽאַל־בַּחֲמָתְךָ֥ תְיַסְּרֵֽנִי׃

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

חָנֵּ֥נִי יְהוָה֮ כִּ֤י אֻמְלַ֫ל אָ֥נִי רְפָאֵ֥נִי יְהוָ֑ה כִּ֖י נִבְהֲל֣וּ עֲצָמֽ͏ָי׃

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

וְ֭נַפְשִׁי נִבְהֲלָ֣ה מְאֹ֑ד וְאַתְּ (וְאַתָּ֥ה) יְ֝הוָ֗ה עַד־מָתָֽי׃

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

שׁוּבָ֣ה יְ֭הוָה חַלְּצָ֣ה נַפְשִׁ֑י הֹ֝ושִׁיעֵ֗נִי לְמַ֣עַן חַסְדֶּֽךָ׃

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

כִּ֤י אֵ֣ין בַּמָּ֣וֶת זִכְרֶ֑ךָ בִּ֝שְׁאֹ֗ול מִ֣י יֹֽודֶה־לָּֽךְ׃ (Sheol h7585)

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

יָגַ֤עְתִּי ׀ בְּֽאַנְחָתִ֗י אַשְׂחֶ֣ה בְכָל־לַ֭יְלָה מִטָּתִ֑י בְּ֝דִמְעָתִ֗י עַרְשִׂ֥י אַמְסֶֽה׃

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

עָֽשְׁשָׁ֣ה מִכַּ֣עַס עֵינִ֑י עָֽ֝תְקָ֗ה בְּכָל־צֹורְרָֽי׃

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

ס֣וּרוּ מִ֭מֶּנִּי כָּל־פֹּ֣עֲלֵי אָ֑וֶן כִּֽי־שָׁמַ֥ע יְ֝הוָ֗ה קֹ֣ול בִּכְיִֽי׃

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

שָׁמַ֣ע יְ֭הוָה תְּחִנָּתִ֑י יְ֝הוָ֗ה תְּֽפִלָּתִ֥י יִקָּֽח׃

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

יֵבֹ֤שׁוּ ׀ וְיִבָּהֲל֣וּ מְ֭אֹד כָּל־אֹיְבָ֑י יָ֝שֻׁ֗בוּ יֵבֹ֥שׁוּ רָֽגַע׃