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 Yhwh, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither 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 Yhwh; for I am weak: O Yhwh, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD—how long?
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Yhwh, how long?
4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.
Return, O Yhwh, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave 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; all the night make I 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.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
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 Yhwh hath heard the voice of my weeping.
9 The LORD has heard my supplication. The LORD accepts my prayer.
Yhwh hath heard my supplication; Yhwh will receive my prayer.
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.
