Psalm 6

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

cb(6,1); 6:1 LORD, don’t rebuke me in your anger,

neither discipline me in your wrath.

cb(6,2); 6:2 Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint.

LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

cb(6,3); 6:3 My soul is also in great anguish.

But you, LORD—how long?

cb(6,4); 6:4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul,

and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

cb(6,5); 6:5 For in death there is no memory of you.

In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

cb(6,6); 6:6 I am weary with my groaning.

Every night I flood my bed.

I drench my couch with my tears.

cb(6,7); 6:7 My eye wastes away because of grief.

It grows old because of all my adversaries.

cb(6,8); 6:8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity,

for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.

cb(6,9); 6:9 The LORD has heard my supplication.

The LORD accepts my prayer.

cb(6,10); 6:10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed.

They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.