< Psalms 6 >
1 [For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.] YHWH, do not rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
2 Be gracious to me, YHWH, for I am frail. YHWH, heal me, for my bones are trembling.
3 And my soul is greatly troubled. But you, YHWH, how long?
4 Return, YHWH. Deliver my soul. Save me because of your lovingkindness.
5 For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks? (Sheol )
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I drench my bed; I melt my couch with my tears.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for YHWH has heard the sound of my weeping.
9 YHWH has heard my plea. YHWH has accepted my prayer.
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and greatly terrified. May they turn back, suddenly ashamed.
