Psalms 6

1 For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments, according to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. O LORD, do not rebuke me in Your anger or discipline me in Your wrath.

2 Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am frail; heal me, O LORD, for my bones are in agony.

3 My soul is deeply distressed. How long, O LORD, how long?

4 Turn, O LORD, and deliver my soul; save me because of Your loving devotion.

5 For there is no mention of You in death; who can praise You from Sheol?

6 I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.

7 My eyes fail from grief; they grow dim because of all my foes.

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

9 The LORD has heard my cry for mercy; the LORD accepts my prayer.

10 All my enemies will be ashamed and dismayed; they will turn back in sudden disgrace.

1 ¶ To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I [am] weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?

4 Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.

5 For in death [there is] no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?

6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

8 ¶ Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.

9 The LORD hath heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.

10 Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return [and] be ashamed suddenly.

1 a psalm of David, to be sung on eight strings.

2 O LORD, punish me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy wrath.

3 Lord, have mercy upon me, for I am faint: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled,

4 And my soul is greatly troubled. O Lord, how long!

5 Turn thee, O LORD, and save my soul: help me for thy goodness' sake.

6 For in death thou art not remembered: who shall thank thee in hell?

7 I am so weary with sighing, I wash my bed all night long, and with my tears I wet my bed.

8 My frame is fallen with grief, and is waxed old: for I am troubled in all places.

9 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity: for the LORD hath heard my crying,

10 The LORD heareth my supplications; the LORD receiveth my prayer.

11 All mine enemies shall be put to shame, and be sore afraid, and turn back, and be put to shame suddenly.