For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the
eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.
6:1 Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your anger,
neither discipline me in your wrath.
6:2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint.
Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
6:3 My soul is also in great anguish.
But you, Yahweh--how long?
6:4 Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul,
and save me for your loving kindness' sake.
6:5 For in death there is no memory of you.
In 6Sheol6, who shall give you thanks?
6:6 I am weary with my groaning.
Every night I flood my bed.
I drench my couch with my tears.
6:7 My eye wastes away because of grief.
It grows old because of all my adversaries.
6:8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity,
for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.
6:9 Yahweh has heard my supplication.
Yahweh accepts my prayer.
6:10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed.
They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
