Psalm 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.