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.

To him that excelleth on Neginoth upon the eith tune. A Psalme of Dauid. O lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chastise me in thy wrath.

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

Haue mercie vpon me, O Lord, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.

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

My soule is also sore troubled: but Lord how long wilt thou delay?

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

Returne, O Lord: deliuer my soule: saue me for thy mercies sake.

5 For, in death, is no remembrance of thee, —In hades, who shall give thanks unto thee? (Sheol h7585)

For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the graue who shall prayse thee? (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 fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.

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

Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.

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

Away from mee all ye workers of iniquitie: for the Lord hath heard the voyce of my weeping.

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

The Lord hath heard my petition: the Lord will receiue my prayer.

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

All mine enemies shall be confounded and sore vexed: they shall be turned backe, and put to shame suddenly.