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.

Ki he Takimuʻa ʻi he Nekina ʻi he Semini, ko e Saame ʻa Tevita. ‌ʻE Sihova, ʻoua naʻa ke valokiʻi au ʻi ho houhau, pe tautea au ʻi ho houhau vela.

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

‌ʻAloʻofa mai kiate au, ʻE Sihova; he ʻoku ou vaivai: ʻE Sihova, fakamoʻui au he kuo mamahi hoku ngaahi hui.

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

‌ʻOku mamahi lahi foki mo hoku laumālie: ka ko koe, ʻE Sihova, ʻe fēfē hono fuoloa?

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

Tafoki mai, ʻE Sihova, fakahaofi hoku laumālie: ʻoiauē, fakamoʻui au koeʻuhi ko hoʻo ʻaloʻofa.

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

He ʻoku ʻikai ha fakamanatu kiate koe ʻi he mate: ko hai te ne fakafetaʻi kiate koe ʻi he faʻitoka? (Sheol h7585)

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

Kuo u vaivai ʻi heʻeku faʻa toʻe; ʻoku ou fakatētē hoku mohenga ʻi he pō kotoa; ʻoku ou fakaviviku ʻa hoku mohenga ʻaki hoku loʻimata.

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

Kuo tutue hoku mata ko e meʻa ʻi he mamahi; ʻoku fakaʻaʻau ke motuʻa ia koeʻuhi ko hoku ngaahi fili.

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

‌ʻAlu ʻiate au, ʻakimoutolu kotoa pē ʻoku fai kovi; he kuo ongoʻi ʻe Sihova ʻae leʻo ʻo ʻeku tangi.

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

Kuo fanongo ʻa Sihova ki heʻeku hū tāumaʻu; pea ʻe maʻu ʻe Sihova ʻa ʻeku lotu.

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

Tuku ke mā mo mamahi lahi ʻa hoku ngaahi fili kotoa pē: tuku ke nau foki pea mā fakafokifā pe.