Psalm 5–6

Psalm 5

For the Chief Musician; with the Nehiloth. A Psalm of David.

¹Give ear to my words, O Jehovah,

Consider my meditation.

²Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God;

For unto thee do I pray.

³O Jehovah, in the morning shalt thou hear my voice;

In the morning will I order my prayer unto thee, and will keep watch.

⁴For thou art not a God that hath pleasure in wickedness:

Evil shall not sojourn with thee.

⁵The arrogant shall not stand in thy sight:

Thou hatest all workers of iniquity.

⁶Thou wilt destroy them that speak lies:

Jehovah abhorreth the blood-thirsty and deceitful man.

⁷But as for me, in the abundance of thy lovingkindness will I come into thy house:

In thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple.

⁸Lead me, O Jehovah, in thy righteousness because of mine enemies;

Make thy way straight before my face.

⁹For there is no faithfulness in their mouth;

Their inward part is very wickedness;

Their throat is an open sepulchre;

They flatter with their tongue.

¹⁰Hold them guilty, O God;

Let them fall by their own counsels;

Thrust them out in the multitude of their transgressions;

For they have rebelled against thee.

¹¹But let all those that take refuge in thee rejoice,

Let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them:

Let them also that love thy name be joyful in thee.

¹²For thou wilt bless the righteous;

O Jehovah, thou wilt compass him with favor as with a shield.

Psalm 6

For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

¹O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger,

Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

²Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away:

O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.

³My soul also is sore troubled:

And thou, O Jehovah, how long?

⁴Return, O Jehovah, deliver my soul:

Save me for thy lovingkindness’ sake.

⁵For in death there is no remembrance of thee:

In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?

⁶I am weary with my groaning;

Every night make I my bed to swim;

I water my couch with my tears.

⁷Mine eye wasteth away because of grief;

It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

⁸Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;

For Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping.

⁹Jehovah hath heard my supplication;

Jehovah will receive my prayer.

¹⁰All mine enemies shall be put to shame and sore troubled:

They shall turn back, they shall be put to shame suddenly.