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.

For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. O LORD, 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 LORD; for I am withered away: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

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

My soul also is sore vexed: and thou, O LORD, how long?

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

Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: save me for thy lovingkindness’ 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 Sheol 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; every 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 wasteth away because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

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 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 receive 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 ashamed and sore vexed: they shall turn back, they shall be ashamed suddenly.