Psalms 6

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

O Lord, rebuke me not in Your wrath, neither chasten me in Your 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 You, O Lord, how long? Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: save me for Your mercy's sake. For in death no man remembers You; and who will give You thanks in Hades? I am wearied with my groaning; I shall wash my bed every night; I shall water my couch with tears. My eye is troubled because of my wrath; I am worn out because of all my enemies. Depart from me, all you 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. 10 Let all my enemies be put to shame and greatly troubled: let them be turned back and grievously put to shame speedily.
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