Psalms 6
Chapter 6 of 150
1 Prayer in Distress. For the leader; with stringed instruments, “upon the eighth.” A psalm of David.
2 Do not reprove me in your anger, Lord, nor punish me in your wrath.
3 Have pity on me, Lord, for I am weak; heal me, Lord, for my bones are shuddering.
4 My soul too is shuddering greatly— and you, Lord, how long…?
5 Turn back, Lord, rescue my soul; save me because of your mercy.
6 For in death there is no remembrance of you. Who praises you in Sheol?
7 I am wearied with sighing; all night long I drench my bed with tears; I soak my couch with weeping.
8 My eyes are dimmed with sorrow, worn out because of all my foes.
9 Away from me, all who do evil! The Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
10 The Lord has heard my plea; the Lord will receive my prayer.
11 My foes will all be disgraced and will shudder greatly; they will turn back in sudden disgrace.