Psalm, 6

To the director; to be accompanied with stringed instruments tuned to Shemʹi·nith.^*1 A melody of David.

¹ O Jehovah, do not reprove me in your anger, And do not correct me in your rage.

² Show me favor,^*1 O Jehovah, for I am growing weak. Heal me, O Jehovah, for my bones are shaking.

³ Yes, I am^*1 greatly disturbed, And I ask you, O Jehovah—how long will it be?

⁴ Return, O Jehovah, and rescue me;^*1 Save me for the sake of your loyal love.

⁵ For in death there is no mention^*1 of you; In the Grave,^*2 who will praise you?

⁶ I have grown weary with my sighing; All night long I soak my bed with tears;^*1 I flood my couch with weeping.

⁷ My eye is weak from my grief; It has dimmed^*1 because of all those harassing me.

⁸ Get away from me, all you who behave wickedly, For Jehovah will hear the sound of my weeping.

⁹ Jehovah will hear my request for favor; Jehovah will accept my prayer.

¹⁰ All my enemies will be put to shame and dismayed; They will fall back in sudden disgrace.