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.

Fún adarí orin. Fún ohun èlò orin olókùn. Gẹ́gẹ́ bí ti ṣeminiti. Saamu ti Dafidi. Olúwa, má ṣe bá mi wí nínú ìbínú rẹ kí ìwọ má ṣe nà mí nínú gbígbóná ìrunú rẹ.

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

Ṣàánú fún mi, Olúwa, nítorí èmi ń kú lọ; Olúwa, wò mí sán, nítorí egungun mi wà nínú ìnira.

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

Ọkàn mi wà nínú ìrora. Yóò ti pẹ́ tó, Olúwa, yóò ti pẹ́ tó?

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

Yípadà, Olúwa, kí o sì gbà mí; gbà mí là nípa ìfẹ́ rẹ tí kì í ṣákì í.

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

Ẹnikẹ́ni kò ni rántí rẹ nígbà tí ó bá kú. Ta ni yóò yìn ọ́ láti inú isà òkú? (Sheol h7585)

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

Agara ìkérora mi dá mi tán. Gbogbo òru ni mo wẹ ibùsùn mi pẹ̀lú ẹkún, mo sì fi omi rin ibùsùn mi pẹ̀lú omijé.

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

Ojú mi di aláìlera pẹ̀lú ìbànújẹ́; wọ́n kùnà nítorí gbogbo ọ̀tá mi.

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

Kúrò lọ́dọ̀ mi, gbogbo ẹ̀yin tí ń ṣe iṣẹ́ ibi, nítorí Olúwa ti gbọ́ igbe mi.

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

Olúwa ti gbọ́ ẹkún mi fún àánú; Olúwa ti gba àdúrà mi.

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

Gbogbo àwọn ọ̀tá mi lójú yóò tì, wọn yóò sì dààmú; wọn yóò sì yípadà nínú ìtìjú àìròtẹ́lẹ̀.