Psalms 6

1 To the Chief Musician, with stringed Instruments upon the eighth. A Melody of David. O Yahweh! do not, in thine anger, correct me, nor, in thy wrath, chastise me.

O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger, nor chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

2 Show me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh, —for dismayed are my bones:

Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am withered away. O Jehovah, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

3 Yea, my soul, is dismayed greatly, Thou, then, O Yahweh—how long?

My soul also is greatly troubled. And thou, O Jehovah, how long?

4 Return, O Yahweh, deliver my soul, Save me, for the sake of thy lovingkindness;

Return, O Jehovah, deliver my soul. Save me for thy loving kindness' sake.

5 For, in death, is no remembrance of thee, —In hades, who shall give thanks unto thee? (Sheol h7585)

For in death there is no remembrance of thee. In Sheol who shall give thee thanks? (Sheol h7585)

6 I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, —With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I make my bed to swim. I water my couch with my tears.

7 My face, is all sunken with sorrow, —it hath aged, because of all mine adversaries.

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

8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for Yahweh hath heard the voice of my weeping:

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for Jehovah has heard the voice of my weeping.

9 Yahweh, hath heard my supplication, Yahweh, will receive, my prayer.

Jehovah has heard my supplication. Jehovah will receive my prayer.

10 Let all my foes, turn pale and be greatly dismayed, Again let them turn pale in a moment.

All my enemies shall be put to shame and greatly troubled. They shall turn back. They shall be put to shame suddenly.