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Psalm 6:1–7

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1Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger;

do not discipline me in your wrath.b

2Be gracious to me, Lord, for I am weak;Ac

heal me,d Lord, for my bones are shaking;e

3my whole being is shaken with terror.f

And you, Lord—how long?g

4Turn, Lord! Rescue me;

save me because of your faithful love.h

5For there is no remembrance of you in death;

who can thank you in Sheol?i

6I am weary from my groaning;j

with my tears I dampen my bed

and drench my couch every night.k

7My eyes are swollen from grief;l

they grow old because of all my enemies.

Read in Logos
Psalm 6:4: Turn, O Lord, deliver my life; save me for the sake of your steadfast love.

Footnotes

  1. AOr sick

Cross references

  1. bPs 38:1; Jr 10:24
  2. cPs 142:6
  3. dPs 41:4; Jr 17:14
  4. eJb 4:14
  5. fJb 9:28; Jn 12:27
  6. gNm 14:27; Ps 13:1–2; 35:17; 79:5; 80:4
  7. hPs 31:16; 109:26
  8. iPs 30:9; 88:10–12; 115:17; Ec 9:10; Is 38:18
  9. jPs 69:3; 119:28
  10. kPs 42:3; 102:9
  11. lJb 17:7; Ps 31:9; 88:9

In other versions

ESVEnglish Standard Version

O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger,

nor discipline me in your wrath.

Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;

heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

My soul also is greatly troubled.

But you, O Lord—how long?

Turn, O Lord, deliver my life;

save me for the sake of your steadfast love.

For in death there is no remembrance of you;

in Sheol who will give you praise?

I am weary with my moaning;

every night I flood my bed with tears;

I drench my couch with my weeping.

My eye wastes away because of grief;

it grows weak because of all my foes.

NIVNew International Version (2011)

Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger

or discipline me in your wrath.

Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am faint;

heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony.

My soul is in deep anguish.

How long, Lord, how long?

Turn, Lord, and deliver me;

save me because of your unfailing love.

Among the dead no one proclaims your name.

Who praises you from the grave?

I am worn out from my groaning.

All night long I flood my bed with weeping

and drench my couch with tears.

My eyes grow weak with sorrow;

they fail because of all my foes.

NLTNew Living Translation

O Lord, don’t rebuke me in your anger

or discipline me in your rage.

Have compassion on me, Lord, for I am weak.

Heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony.

I am sick at heart.

How long, O Lord, until you restore me?

Return, O Lord, and rescue me.

Save me because of your unfailing love.

For the dead do not remember you.

Who can praise you from the grave?

I am worn out from sobbing.

All night I flood my bed with weeping,

drenching it with my tears.

My vision is blurred by grief;

my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.

LEBThe Lexham English Bible

O Yahweh, do not rebuke me in your anger,

and do not discipline me in your wrath.

Be gracious to me, O Yahweh, because I am feeble.

Heal me, O Yahweh, for my bones are terrified.

My soul is also very terrified.

But you, O Yahweh, how long?

Turn, O Yahweh; deliver my life.

Save me for the sake of your steadfast love.

For there is no remembrance of you in death.

In Sheol, who will give thanks to you?

I am weary with my groaning;

I flood my bed every night.

With my tears I drench my couch.

My eye wastes away because of vexation;

it grows old because of all my oppressors.

KJV 1900King James Version

O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger,

Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak:

O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

My soul is also sore vexed:

But thou, O Lord, how long?

Return, O Lord, deliver my soul:

Oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.

For in death there is no remembrance of thee:

In the grave who shall give thee thanks?

I am weary with my groaning;

All the night make I my bed to swim;

I water my couch with my tears.

Mine eye is consumed because of grief;

It waxeth old because of all mine enemies.