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.

[For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.] LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 memory of you. In Sheol, 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. Every night I drench my bed; I melt my couch with my tears.

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

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

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 sound of my weeping.

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

The LORD has heard my plea. The LORD has accepted my prayer.

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

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