Psalm 6/Text/CBC

For the director, with stringed instruments, on the octave. A psalm by David.

YHWH, do not correct me in your anger,

and do not discipline me in your wrath.

Have mercy on me, YHWH, for I am languishing.

Heal me, YHWH, for my bones have become dismayed.

And my soul has become very dismayed.

And you, YHWH, how long?

Turn back, YHWH. Rescue my soul.

Save me for the sake of your loyalty.

For there is no commemoration of you in the world of the dead.

In Sheol, who praises you?

I have grown weary because of my groaning.

I drench my couch every night.

With my tears I melt my bed.

My eye has wasted away because of vexation.

It has become weak because of all my adversaries.

Move away from me, all workers of evil.

For YHWH has heard the sound of my weeping.

YHWH has heard my supplication.

YHWH will accept my prayer.

Let all my enemies be shamed and very dismayed.

Let them turn back. Let them be shamed in an instant.