Psalms 6
For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. 1 Yehovah, don’t rebuke me in your anger,
neither discipline me in your wrath.
2 Have mercy on me, Yehovah, for I am faint.
Yehovah, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
3 My soul is also in great anguish.
But you, Yehovah—how long?
4 Return, Yehovah. Deliver my soul,
and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.
5 For in death there is no memory of you.
In the grave, who shall give you thanks?
6 I am weary with my groaning.
Every night I flood my bed.
I drench my couch with my tears.
7 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 Yehovah has heard the voice of my weeping.
9 Yehovah has heard my supplication.
Yehovah accepts my prayer.
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed.
They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
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