Psalms

Chapter 6

For the end, a Psalm of David among the Hymns for the eighth.

O Lord, rebuke me not in thy wrath, neither chasten me in thine anger.

Pity me, O Lord; for I am weak: heal me, O Lord; for my bones are vexed.

My soul also is grievously vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?

Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: save me for thy mercy's sake.

For in death no man remembers thee: and who will give thee thanks in Hades?

¹I am wearied with my groaning; I shall wash my bed every night; I shall water my couch with my tears.

Mine eye is troubled because of my wrath; I am worn out because of all my enemies.

Depart from me, all ye that work iniquity; for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord has hearkened to my petition; the Lord has accepted my prayer.

Let all mine enemies be put to shame and sore troubled: let them be turned back and grievously put to shame speedily.