Psalms 6

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

Ki he Takimuʻa ʻi he Nekina ʻi he Semini, ko e Saame ʻa Tevita. ‌ʻE Sihova, ʻoua naʻa ke valokiʻi au ʻi ho houhau, pe tautea au ʻi ho houhau vela.

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

‌ʻAloʻofa mai kiate au, ʻE Sihova; he ʻoku ou vaivai: ʻE Sihova, fakamoʻui au he kuo mamahi hoku ngaahi hui.

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

‌ʻOku mamahi lahi foki mo hoku laumālie: ka ko koe, ʻE Sihova, ʻe fēfē hono fuoloa?

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

Tafoki mai, ʻE Sihova, fakahaofi hoku laumālie: ʻoiauē, fakamoʻui au koeʻuhi ko hoʻo ʻaloʻofa.

5 For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks? (Sheol h7585)

He ʻoku ʻikai ha fakamanatu kiate koe ʻi he mate: ko hai te ne fakafetaʻi kiate koe ʻi he faʻitoka? (Sheol h7585)

6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

Kuo u vaivai ʻi heʻeku faʻa toʻe; ʻoku ou fakatētē hoku mohenga ʻi he pō kotoa; ʻoku ou fakaviviku ʻa hoku mohenga ʻaki hoku loʻimata.

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

Kuo tutue hoku mata ko e meʻa ʻi he mamahi; ʻoku fakaʻaʻau ke motuʻa ia koeʻuhi ko hoku ngaahi fili.

8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

‌ʻAlu ʻiate au, ʻakimoutolu kotoa pē ʻoku fai kovi; he kuo ongoʻi ʻe Sihova ʻae leʻo ʻo ʻeku tangi.

9 Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.

Kuo fanongo ʻa Sihova ki heʻeku hū tāumaʻu; pea ʻe maʻu ʻe Sihova ʻa ʻeku lotu.

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

Tuku ke mā mo mamahi lahi ʻa hoku ngaahi fili kotoa pē: tuku ke nau foki pea mā fakafokifā pe.