Psalms 6:1
To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. --A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.
Psalms 6:2
Favour me, O Jehovah, for I am weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
Psalms 6:3
And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
Psalms 6:4
Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.
Psalms 6:5
For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
Psalms 6:6
I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
Psalms 6:7
Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
Psalms 6:8
Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,
Psalms 6:9
Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.
Psalms 6:10
Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back--ashamed in a moment!