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 the chief musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, a psalm of David.” O Lord, correct me not in thy anger, and chastise me not 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.

Be gracious unto me, O Lord; for I am withering away; heal me, O Lord; for my bones are terrified.

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

And my soul is greatly terrified; but thou, O Lord, how long yet—?

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

Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: help me for the sake of thy kindness.

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

For in death men do not remember thee: in the nether world, 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 sighing; I flood every night my bed; With my tears I moisten my couch.

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

My eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all my assailants.

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 wickedness; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

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

The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord will accept my prayer.

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

Ashamed and greatly terrified shall become all my enemies; they will turn round, and be made ashamed in a moment.