Chapter 6

{To the chief Musician. On stringed instruments, upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David.} Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger, and chasten me not in thy hot displeasure.

Be gracious unto me, Jehovah, for I am withered; Jehovah, heal me, for my bones tremble.

And my soul trembleth exceedingly: and thou, Jehovah, till how long?

Return, Jehovah, free my soul; save me for thy loving-kindness' sake.

For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in Sheol who shall give thanks unto thee?

I am wearied with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I dissolve my couch with my tears.

Mine eye wasteth away through grief; it hath grown old because of all mine oppressors.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping.

Jehovah hath heard my supplication; Jehovah receiveth my prayer.

All mine enemies shall be ashamed and tremble exceedingly; they will turn, they will be ashamed suddenly.