Psalms 6
1 To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. — A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.
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 Favour me, O Jehovah, for I [am] weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint. LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
3 And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD—how long?
4 Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.
Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.
For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks? (Sheol h7585)
6 I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night [on] my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
8 Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.
9 Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.
The LORD has heard my supplication. The LORD accepts my prayer.
10 Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back — ashamed [in] a moment!
May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
