Chapter 6

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

¹Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your anger,

Neither discipline me in your wrath.

²Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint.

Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

³My soul is also in great anguish.

But you, Yahweh„how long?

⁴Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul,

And save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

⁵For in death there is no memory of you.

In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

⁶I am weary with my groaning;

Every night I flood my bed;

I drench my couch with my tears.

⁷My eye wastes away because of grief;

It grows old because of all my adversaries.

⁸Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity,

For Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

⁹Yahweh has heard my supplication.

Yahweh accepts my prayer.

¹⁰May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed.

They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.