Psalm 6
For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. 
 1 Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your anger, 
neither discipline me in your wrath. 
 2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. 
Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled. 
 3 My soul is also in great anguish. 
But you, Yahweh—how long? 
 4 Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, 
and save me for your loving kindness’ sake. 
 5 For in death there is no memory of you. 
In Sheol,[a] who shall give you thanks? 
 6 I am weary with my groaning. 
Every night I flood my bed. 
I drench my couch with my tears. 
 7 My eye wastes away because of grief. 
It grows old because of all my adversaries. 
 8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, 
for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping. 
 9 Yahweh has heard my supplication. 
Yahweh accepts my prayer. 
 10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. 
They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
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a Sheol is the place of the dead.
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