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.

In parts according to verses. A Psalm of David. For the octave. O Lord, do not rebuke me in your fury, nor chastise me in your anger.

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

Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am weak. Heal me, Lord, for my bones have become disturbed,

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

and my soul has been very troubled. But as for you, Lord, when?

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

Turn to me, Lord, and rescue my soul. Save me because of your mercy.

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

For there is no one in death who would be mindful of you. And who will confess to you in Hell? (Sheol h7585)

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

I have labored in my groaning. Every night, with my tears, I will wash my bed and drench my blanket.

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

My eye has been troubled by rage. I have grown old among all my enemies.

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

Scatter before me, all you who work iniquity, for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

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

The Lord has heard my supplication. The Lord has accepted my prayer.

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

Let all my enemies be ashamed and together be greatly troubled. May they be converted and become ashamed very quickly.