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.
[For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.] Jehovah, do not rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
2 Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint. LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
Be gracious to me, Jehovah, for I am frail. Jehovah, heal me, for my bones are trembling.
3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD—how long?
And my soul is greatly troubled. But you, Jehovah, how long?
4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.
Return, Jehovah. Deliver my soul. Save me because of your lovingkindness.
For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks? (Sheol h7585)
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I drench my bed; I melt my couch with my tears.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Jehovah has heard the sound of my weeping.
9 The LORD has heard my supplication. The LORD accepts my prayer.
Jehovah has heard my plea. Jehovah has accepted my prayer.
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
May all my enemies be ashamed and greatly terrified. May they turn back, suddenly ashamed.
