5 Let a righteous man strike me—that is a kindness;

let him rebuke me—that is oil on my head.

My head will not refuse it,

for my prayer will still be against the deeds of evildoers.

6 Their rulers will be thrown down from the cliffs,

and the wicked will learn that my words were well spoken.

7 They will say, “As one plows and breaks up the earth,

so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the grave.”

5 Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness:

And let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil,

Which shall not break my head:

For yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.

6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places,

They shall hear my words; for they are sweet.

7 Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth,

As when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

5 Let the godly strike me!

It will be a kindness!

If they correct me, it is soothing medicine.

Don’t let me refuse it.

But I pray constantly

against the wicked and their deeds.

6 When their leaders are thrown down from a cliff,

the wicked will listen to my words and find them true.

7 Like rocks brought up by a plow,

the bones of the wicked will lie scattered without burial.

5 Let the righteous strike me;

It shall be a kindness.

And let him rebuke me;

It shall be as excellent oil;

Let my head not refuse it.

For still my prayer is against the deeds of the wicked.

6 Their judges are overthrown by the sides of the cliff,

And they hear my words, for they are sweet.

7 Our bones are scattered at the mouth of the grave,

As when one plows and breaks up the earth.

5 If a good person punished me, that would be kind.

If he corrected me, that would be like perfumed oil on my head.

I shouldn’t refuse it.

But I pray against those who do evil.

6 Let their leaders be thrown down the cliffs.

Then people will know that I have spoken correctly:

7 “The ground is plowed and broken up.

In the same way, our bones have been scattered at the grave.”

5 Let the righteous smite me, it shall be a kindness;

And let him reprove me, it shall be as oil upon the head;

Let not my head refuse it:

For even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.

6 Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock;

And they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.

7 As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth,

Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

5 Let the righteous smite me, it is kindness; and let him reprove me, it is an excellent oil which my head shall not refuse: for yet my prayer also is for them in their calamities. 6 When their judges are thrown down from the rocks, they shall hear my words, for they are sweet. 7 Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

5 A righteous person may strike me or correct me out of kindness. 

It is like lotion for my head. 

My head will not refuse it, 

because my prayer is directed against evil deeds. 

6 When their judges are thrown off a cliff, 

they will listen to what I have to say. 

It will sound pleasant ⸤to them⸥. 

7 As someone plows and breaks up the ground, 

so our bones will be planted at the mouth of the grave. 

5 Let the righteous one strike me—

it is an act of faithful love;

let him rebuke me—

it is oil for my head;

let me not refuse it.

Even now my prayer is against

the evil acts of the wicked.

6 When their rulers will be thrown off

the sides of a cliff,

the people will listen to my words,

for they are pleasing.

7 As when one plows and breaks up the soil,

turning up rocks,

so our bones have been scattered

at the mouth of Sheol.

5 Let the righteous strike me;

let the faithful correct me.

Never let the oil of the wicked anoint my head,

for my prayer is continually against their wicked deeds.

6 When they are given over to those who shall condemn them,

then they shall learn that my words were pleasant.

7 Like a rock that one breaks apart and shatters on the land,

so shall their bones be strewn at the mouth of Sheol.

5 Let a righteous one strike me in kindness,

and let him chasten me.

It is oil for my head; let not my head refuse.

For still my prayer is against their evil deeds.

6 When their judges are thrown down the sides of a cliff,

then they will understand that my words were pleasant.

7 As when one plows and breaks up the earth,

so our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

5 If a person who does what is right were to strike me, it would be an act of kindness.

If that person were to correct me, it would be like pouring olive oil on my head.

I wouldn’t say no to it.

But I always pray against the things that sinful people do.

6 When their rulers are thrown down from the rocky cliffs,

those evil people will realize that my words were true.

7 They will say, “As clumps of dirt are left from plowing up the ground,

so our bones will be scattered near an open grave.”

5 Let the righteous smite me in kindness and reprove me;

It is oil upon the head;

Do not let my head refuse it,

For still my prayer is against their wicked deeds.

6 Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock,

And they hear my words, for they are pleasant.

7 As when one plows and breaks open the earth,

Our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.