Psalms 6

To the chief musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, a psalm of David.

O Lord, correct me not in thy anger, and chastise me not in thy wrath. Be gracious unto me, O Lord; for I am withering away; heal me, O Lord; for my bones are terrified. And my soul is greatly terrified; but thou, O Lord, how long yet—? Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: help me for the sake of thy kindness. For in death men do not remember thee: in the nether world, who shall give thee thanks? I am weary with my sighing; I flood every night my bed; With my tears I moisten my couch. My eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all my assailants. Depart from me, all ye workers of wickedness; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping. 10 The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord will accept my prayer. Ashamed and greatly terrified shall become all my enemies; they will turn round, and be made ashamed in a moment.
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