Psalms 6

1 For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. LORD, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

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 Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint. LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

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

3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD—how long?

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

4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

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

5 For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks? (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 groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.

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

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

8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has 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 The LORD has heard my supplication. The LORD accepts my prayer.

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

10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.

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