Psalms 6
1 For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger, nor chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
2 Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint. LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am withered away. O Jehovah, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD—how long?
My soul also is greatly troubled. And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.
Return, O Jehovah, deliver my soul. Save me for thy loving kindness' sake.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee. In Sheol who shall give thee thanks? (Sheol h7585)
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I make my bed to swim. I water my couch with my tears.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for Jehovah has heard the voice of my weeping.
9 The LORD has heard my supplication. The LORD accepts my prayer.
Jehovah has heard my supplication. Jehovah will receive my prayer.
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
All my enemies shall be put to shame and greatly troubled. They shall turn back. They shall be put to shame suddenly.
