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.

O LORD, rebuke me not in your anger, neither chasten me in your hot displeasure.

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: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

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

My soul is also sore vexed: but you, O LORD, how long?

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

Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for your 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 you: in the grave who shall give you thanks? (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 am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I 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 consumed because of grief; it waxes old because of 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 you workers of iniquity; for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.

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

The LORD has heard my supplication; the LORD will receive 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 sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.