Psalm 6

¹To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave.—A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.

²Favour me, O Jehovah, for I am weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

³And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

⁴Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness’ sake.

⁵For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?

⁶I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

⁷Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

⁸Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

⁹Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.

¹⁰Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back—ashamed in a moment!

Psalm 7