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, set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger, Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

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

Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.

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

My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?

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

Return, O Jehovah, deliver my soul: Save me for thy lovingkindness’ 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 Sheol who shall give thee 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 make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

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

Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

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

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; For Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping.

9 The LORD has heard my supplication. The LORD accepts my prayer.

Jehovah hath heard my supplication; Jehovah will receive 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 put to shame and sore troubled: They shall turn back, they shall be put to shame suddenly.