Psalm Chapter 6 Back NextPsalm 6 For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by
David.
{6:1} Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
{6:2} Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
{6:3} My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh--how long?
{6:4} Return, Yahweh. 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 Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.
{6:9} Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.
{6:10} May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
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