Psalm 5–6

Psalm 5

To the Chief Musician. With Flutes. A Psalm of David.

¹Give ^aear to my words, O Lord,

Consider my ²meditation.

²Give heed to the voice of my cry,

My King and my God,

For to You I will pray.

³My voice You shall hear in the morning, O Lord;

^bIn the morning I will direct it to You,

And I will look up.

⁴For You are not a God who takes pleasure in wickedness,

Nor shall evil ³dwell with You.

⁵The ^cboastful shall not ^dstand in Your sight;

You hate all workers of iniquity.

⁶You shall destroy those who speak falsehood;

The Lord abhors the ^ebloodthirsty and deceitful man.

⁷But as for me, I will come into Your house in the multitude of Your mercy;

In fear of You I will worship toward ⁴Your holy temple.

^8fLead me, O Lord, in Your righteousness because of my enemies;

Make Your way straight before my face.

⁹For there is no ⁵faithfulness in their mouth;

Their inward part is destruction;

^gTheir throat is an open tomb;

They flatter with their tongue.

¹⁰Pronounce them guilty, O God!

Let them fall by their own counsels;

Cast them out in the multitude of their transgressions,

For they have rebelled against You.

¹¹But let all those rejoice who put their trust in You;

Let them ever shout for joy, because You ⁶defend them;

Let those also who love Your name

Be joyful in You.

¹²For You, O Lord, will bless the righteous;

With favor You will surround him as with a shield.

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.