PSALM 6

¹For the lead player, on stringed instruments, on the eight-stringed lute, a David psalm.

²LORD, do not chastise me in Your wrath,

do not punish me in Your fury.

³Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am wretched.

Heal me, for my limbs are stricken.

⁴And my life is hard stricken.

—and You, O LORD, how long?

⁵Come back, LORD, deliver my life,

rescue me for the sake of Your kindness.

⁶For death holds no mention of You.

In Sheol who can acclaim You?

⁷I weary in my sighing.

I make my bed swim every night,

with my tears I water my couch.

⁸From vexation my eye becomes dim,

is worn out, because of all my foes.

⁹Turn from me, all you wrongdoers,

for the LORD hears the sound of my weeping.

¹⁰The LORD hears my plea,

the LORD will take my prayer.

¹¹Let all my enemies be shamed and hard stricken,

let them turn back, be shamed in an instant.