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O Lord, Deliver My Life

6To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to vThe Sheminith.1 A Psalm of David.

1O Lord, wrebuke me not in your anger,

nor xdiscipline me in your wrath.

2Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;

yheal me, O Lord, zfor my bones are troubled.

3My asoul also is greatly troubled.

But you, O Lord—bhow long?

4Turn, O Lord, deliver my life;

save me for the sake of your steadfast love.

5For in cdeath there is no remembrance of you;

in Sheol who will give you praise?

6I am dweary with my emoaning;

every night I flood my bed with tears;

I drench my couch with my weeping.

7My feye wastes away because of grief;

it grows weak because of all my foes.

8gDepart from me, all you hworkers of evil,

for the Lord ihas heard the sound of my weeping.

9The Lord has heard my jplea;

the Lord accepts my prayer.

10All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;

they shall kturn back and be put to shame in a moment.

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

Footnotes

  1. 1Probably a musical or liturgical term

Cross references

  1. v1 Chr. 15:21
  2. wPs. 38:1
  3. x[Ps. 94:12; 118:18; Prov. 3:11, 12; Jer. 30:11; 46:28]; See Heb. 12:3–11
  4. yPs. 30:2; 41:4; 103:3
  5. zSee Ps. 31:10
  6. a[John 12:27]
  7. bPs. 90:13
  8. cPs. 30:9; 88:10–12; 115:17; Isa. 38:18
  9. dPs. 69:3
  10. ePs. 38:9
  11. fPs. 31:9; 88:9; [Ps. 38:10; Job 17:7; Lam. 2:11; 5:17]
  12. gPs. 119:115; 139:19; Matt. 7:23; 25:41; Luke 13:27
  13. hPs. 94:4
  14. i[Ps. 3:4]
  15. jPs. 55:1; 1 Kgs. 8:38
  16. kPs. 40:14; 56:9

Copyright 2001 Crossway Bibles

In other versions

NIVNew International Version (2011)

For the director of music. With stringed instruments. According to sheminith. A psalm of David.

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.

Away from me, all you who do evil,

for the Lord has heard my weeping.

The Lord has heard my cry for mercy;

the Lord accepts my prayer.

All my enemies will be overwhelmed with shame and anguish;

they will turn back and suddenly be put to shame.

Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 Biblica, Inc.

CSBChristian Standard Bible

For the choir director: with stringed instruments, according to Sheminith. A psalm of David.

Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger;

do not discipline me in your wrath.

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

heal me, Lord, for my bones are shaking;

my whole being is shaken with terror.

And you, Lord—how long?

Turn, Lord! Rescue me;

save me because of your faithful love.

For there is no remembrance of you in death;

who can thank you in Sheol?

I am weary from my groaning;

with my tears I dampen my bed

and drench my couch every night.

My eyes are swollen from grief;

they grow old because of all my enemies.

Depart from me, all evildoers,

for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.

The Lord has heard my plea for help;

the Lord accepts my prayer.

All my enemies will be ashamed and shake with terror;

they will turn back and suddenly be disgraced.

Copyright 2017 Holman Bible Publishers

NLTNew Living Translation

For the choir director: A psalm of David, to be accompanied by an eight-stringed instrument.

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.

Go away, all you who do evil,

for the Lord has heard my weeping.

The Lord has heard my plea;

the Lord will answer my prayer.

May all my enemies be disgraced and terrified.

May they suddenly turn back in shame.

Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers. All rights reserved.

LEBThe Lexham English Bible

For the music director; with stringed instruments, on the Sheminith.

A psalm of David.

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.

Depart from me, all workers of evil,

for Yahweh has heard the sound of my weeping.

Yahweh has heard my plea;

Yahweh has accepted my prayer.

All my enemies shall be ashamed and shall be very terrified.

They shall turn back; they shall suddenly be ashamed.

Copyright 2012 Lexham Press

KJV 1900King James Version

To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

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.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;

For the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord hath heard my supplication;

The Lord will receive my prayer.

Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed:

Let them return and be ashamed suddenly.

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