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.

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.

2 Favour me, O Jehovah, for I [am] weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

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

3 And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

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

4 Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

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

5 For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee? (Sheol h7585)

For noon is in deeth, which is myndful of thee; but in helle who schal knouleche to thee? (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 traueilide in my weilyng, Y schal waische my bed bi ech nyyt; Y schal moiste, `ether make weet, my bedstre with my teeris.

7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

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

8 Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

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

9 Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.

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

10 Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back — ashamed [in] a moment!

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