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 leader; with instrumental music on the sheminith. A psalm of David. Rebuke me not, Lord, in your anger, punish me not in your wrath.

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

Lord, be gracious to me in my weakness. Heal me Lord, for racked is my body;

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

all of me utterly racked. Why do you wait so long, Lord?

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

Turn, Lord, rescue me; save me, because of your love.

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

For in death none can call you to mind; in Sheol who can praise you? (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 so weary of sighing. All the night I make my bed swim, and wet my couch with my tears.

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

My eyes swollen with grief; from weeping caused by my foes.

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

Begone, workers of wrong, for the Lord has heard my loud weeping,

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

the Lord has heard my entreaty, the Lord accepts my prayer.

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

My foes will be stricken with terror, brought to shame and dismay in a moment.