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.

“To the chief musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, a psalm of David.” O Lord, correct me not in thy anger, and chastise me not in thy wrath.

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

Be gracious unto me, O Lord; for I am withering away; heal me, O Lord; for my bones are terrified.

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

And my soul is greatly terrified; but thou, O Lord, how long yet—?

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

Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: help me for the sake of thy kindness.

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

For in death men do not remember thee: in the nether world, 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 sighing; I flood every night my bed; With my tears I moisten my couch.

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

My eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all my assailants.

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 wickedness; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

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

The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord will accept my prayer.

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

Ashamed and greatly terrified shall become all my enemies; they will turn round, and be made ashamed in a moment.