Psalms 6

To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

1O LORD, rebuke me not in thy anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.12 2Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are troubled. 3My soul is also greatly troubled: but thou, O LORD, how long? 4Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercies’ sake. 5For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks? 6I am weary with my groaning; all the night I make my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.3 7My eye is consumed because of grief; it groweth old because of all my enemies.

8Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping. 9The LORD hath heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer. 10Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled: let them return and be suddenly ashamed.