Psalm 6

For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.

¹ Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

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

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

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

⁵ For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol,¹ 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 Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

⁹ Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.

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