Psalms 6 · תהילים

To the chief Musician on strings upon the Sheminit, A Psalm of David.

O Lord, rebuke me not in Thy anger, nor chasten me in Thy hot displeasure.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones shudder;

and my soul is much affrighted. And Thou, O Lord, how long?

Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: oh save me on account of Thy steadfast love.

For in death there is no remembrance of Thee: in She᾽ol who shall give Thee thanks?

I am weary with my groaning: all the night I make my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

My eye is wasted because of grief; it grows weak because of all my enemies.

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord has heard my supplication; the Lord receives my prayer.

All my enemies will be ashamed and much affrighted: they will turn back and be confounded in a moment.