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.

O Yhwh, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

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

Have mercy upon me, O Yhwh; for I am weak: O Yhwh, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

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

My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Yhwh, how long?

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

Return, O Yhwh, deliver my soul: oh save 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 grave who shall give thee thanks? (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 am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

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

Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

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

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

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

Yhwh hath heard my supplication; Yhwh will receive my prayer.

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

Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.