Psalms 6

1 To the Chief Musician, with stringed Instruments upon the eighth. A Melody of David. O Yahweh! do not, in thine anger, correct me, nor, in thy wrath, chastise me.

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 Show me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh, —for dismayed are my bones:

Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

3 Yea, my soul, is dismayed greatly, Thou, then, O Yahweh—how long?

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

4 Return, O Yahweh, deliver my soul, Save me, for the sake of thy lovingkindness;

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

5 For, in death, is no remembrance of thee, —In hades, who shall give thanks unto thee? (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 sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, —With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:

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

7 My face, is all sunken with sorrow, —it hath aged, because of all mine adversaries.

My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.

8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for Yahweh hath heard the voice of my weeping:

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

9 Yahweh, hath heard my supplication, Yahweh, will receive, my prayer.

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

10 Let all my foes, turn pale and be greatly dismayed, Again let them turn pale in a moment.

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