Psalms 6

1 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.

For the leader; with instrumental music on the sheminith. A psalm of David. Rebuke me not, Lord, in your anger, punish me not in your wrath.

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

Lord, be gracious to me in my weakness. Heal me Lord, for racked is my body;

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

all of me utterly racked. Why do you wait so long, Lord?

4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

Turn, Lord, rescue me; save me, because of your love.

5 For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks? (Sheol h7585)

For in death none can call you to mind; in Sheol who can praise you? (Sheol h7585)

6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

I am so weary of sighing. All the night I make my bed swim, and wet my couch with my tears.

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

My eyes swollen with grief; from weeping caused by my foes.

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

Begone, workers of wrong, for the Lord has heard my loud weeping,

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

the Lord has heard my entreaty, the Lord accepts my prayer.

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

My foes will be stricken with terror, brought to shame and dismay in a moment.