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