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, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. LORD, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

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

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

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

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

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

Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ 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 memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you 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 I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.