Psalms 6 — WEBBE

For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.

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