Psalms 6

1 To the ouercomere in salmes, the salm of Dauid, `on the eiythe. Lord, repreue thou not me in thi stronge veniaunce; nether chastice thou me in thin ire.

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 Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am sijk; Lord, make thou me hool, for alle my boonys ben troblid.

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

3 And my soule is troblid greetli; but thou, Lord, hou long?

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

4 Lord, be thou conuertid, and delyuere my soule; make thou me saaf, for thi merci.

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

5 For noon is in deeth, which is myndful of thee; but in helle who schal knouleche to thee? (Sheol h7585)

For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the graue who shall prayse thee? (Sheol h7585)

6 I traueilide in my weilyng, Y schal waische my bed bi ech nyyt; Y schal moiste, `ether make weet, my bedstre with my teeris.

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

7 Myn iye is disturblid of woodnesse; Y waxe eld among alle myn enemyes.

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

8 Alle ye that worchen wickidnesse, departe fro me; for the Lord hath herd the vois of my wepyng.

Away from mee all ye workers of iniquitie: for the Lord hath heard the voyce of my weeping.

9 The Lord hath herd my bisechyng; the Lord hath resseyued my preier.

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

10 Alle my enemyes be aschamed, and be disturblid greetli; be thei turned togidere, and be thei aschamed ful swiftli.

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