Psalms 6 ⓘ

6:1 For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. LORD, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

6:2 Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint. LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

6:3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD—how long?

6:4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

6:5 For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

6:6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

6:7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

6:8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.

6:9 The LORD has heard my supplication. The LORD accepts my prayer.

6:10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.