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Psalm 6:2–7

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

heal me, dLord, 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 pillow k

and drench my bed every night. l

7My eyes are swollen from grief; m

they ngrow 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. b6:2 Or sick
  2. k6:6 bed
  3. n6:7 , , , read I

Cross references

  1. c6:2 Ps 142:6
  2. d6:2 Ps 41:4; Jr 17:14
  3. e6:2 Jb 4:14
  4. f6:3 Jb 9:28; Jn 12:27
  5. g6:3 Nm 14:27; Ps 13:1–2; 35:17; 79:5; 80:4
  6. h6:4 Ps 31:16; 109:26
  7. i6:4–5 Ps 30:9; 88:10–12; 115:17; Ec 9:10; Is 38:18
  8. j6:6 Ps 69:3; 119:28
  9. l6:6 Ps 42:3; 102:9
  10. m6:7 Jb 17:7; Ps 31:9; 88:9

In other versions

ESVEnglish Standard Version

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)

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.

CSBChristian Standard Bible

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.

NLTNew Living Translation

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

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

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.