| Chapter 6 |
1 | To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David.
O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion. |
2 | Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled. |
3 | My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long? |
4 | Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy. |
5 | For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise? |
6 | The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes. |
7 | My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me. |
8 | Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping. |
9 | The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him. |
10 | Let all those who are against me be shamed and deeply troubled; let them be turned back and suddenly put to shame. |