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 LORD, rebuke me not in your anger, neither chasten me in your hot displeasure.

2 Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am frail. LORD, heal me, for my bones are trembling.

Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

3 And my soul is greatly troubled. But you, LORD, how long?

My soul is also sore vexed: but you, O LORD, how long?

4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul. Save me because of your lovingkindness.

Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for your mercies' sake.

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

For in death there is no remembrance of you: in the grave who shall give you thanks? (Sheol h7585)

6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I drench my bed; I melt 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 waxs old because of all mine enemies.

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

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

9 The LORD has heard my plea. The LORD has accepted my prayer.

The LORD has heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.

10 May all my enemies be ashamed and greatly terrified. May they turn back, suddenly ashamed.

Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.