To the choir director: on the stringed instruments, on the octave. A Psalm of David
Psa. 6:1 O Jehovah, do not rebuke me in Your anger, / Nor chasten me in Your burning wrath.
Psa. 6:2 Be gracious to me, O Jehovah, for I am languishing; / Heal me, O Jehovah, for my bones are shaken,
Psa. 6:3 And my soul is greatly shaken. / But as for You, O Jehovah, how long?
Psa. 6:4 Return, O Jehovah; deliver my soul; / Save me for Your lovingkindness’ sake.
Psa. 6:5 For in death there is no remembrance of You; / In Sheol who can give thanks to You?
Psa. 6:6 I am weary with my groaning; / Every night I cause my bed to swim; / With my tears I dissolve my couch.
Psa. 6:7 My eye is wasted because of grief; / It has aged because of all those who vex me.
Psa. 6:8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, / For Jehovah has heard the sound of my weeping.
Psa. 6:9 Jehovah has heard my supplication; / Jehovah receives my prayer.
Psa. 6:10 All my enemies will be ashamed and greatly dismayed; / They will turn back; they will be put to shame suddenly.