Psalms 6

1 David’s complaint in his sickness. 8 By faith he triumphs over his enemies.

¶ To the chief musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

1O LORD, rebuke me not in your anger, neither chasten me in your hot displeasure.
2Have mercy on me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
3My soul is also sore vexed: but you, O LORD, how long?
4Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for your mercies’ sake.
5For in death there is no remembrance of you: in the grave who shall give you thanks?
6I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
7My eye is consumed because of grief; it waxes old because of all my enemies.
8Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.
9The LORD has heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.
10Let all my enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.