Psalm 6

Psalm 6

To the Chief Musician. With Stringed Instruments. On An Eight-Stringed Harp. A Psalm of David.

¹O Lord, ^bdo not rebuke me in Your anger,

Nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure.

²Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak;

O Lord, ^cheal me, for my bones are troubled.

³My soul also is greatly ^dtroubled;

But You, O Lord—how long?

⁴Return, O Lord, deliver me!

Oh, save me for Your mercies’ sake!

^5eFor in death there is no remembrance of You;

In the grave who will give You thanks?

⁶I am weary with my groaning;

²All night I make my bed swim;

I drench my couch with my tears.

^7fMy eye wastes away because of grief;

It grows old because of all my enemies.

^8gDepart from me, all you workers of iniquity;

For the Lord has ^hheard the voice of my weeping.

⁹The Lord has heard my supplication;

The Lord will receive my prayer.

¹⁰Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled;

Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly.