Psalm 6

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

6 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, 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.