Psalm 6:1-10
To the director; to be accompanied with stringed instruments tuned to Shemʹi·nith.* A melody of David.
6 O Jehovah, do not reprove me in your anger,And do not correct me in your rage.+
2 Show me favor,* O Jehovah, for I am growing weak.
Heal me, O Jehovah,+ for my bones are shaking.
3 Yes, I am* greatly disturbed,+And I ask you, O Jehovah—how long will it be?+
4 Return, O Jehovah, and rescue me;*+Save me for the sake of your loyal love.+
5 For in death there is no mention* of you;In the Grave,* who will praise you?+
6 I have grown weary with my sighing;+All night long I soak my bed with tears;*I flood my couch with weeping.+
7 My eye is weak from my grief;+It has dimmed* because of all those harassing me.
8 Get away from me, all you who behave wickedly,For Jehovah will hear the sound of my weeping.+
9 Jehovah will hear my request for favor;+Jehovah will accept my prayer.
10 All my enemies will be put to shame and dismayed;They will fall back in sudden disgrace.+
Footnotes
^ Or “mercy.”
^ Or “my soul is.”
^ Or “my soul.”
^ Or “remembrance.”
^ Lit., “make my bed swim.”
^ Or “grown old.”