Psalm 6

TO THE OVERSEER. WITH STRINGED INSTRUMENTS, ON THE EIGHTH. A PSALM OF DAVID. O YHWH, do not reprove me in Your anger, || Nor discipline me in Your fury.

Favor me, O YHWH, for I [am] weak, || Heal me, O YHWH, || For my bones have been troubled,

And my soul has been troubled greatly, || And You, O YHWH, until when?

Turn back, O YHWH, draw out my soul, || Save me for Your kindness’ sake.

For in death there is no memorial of You, || In Sheol, who gives thanks to You?

I have been weary with my sighing, || I meditate [on] my bed through all the night, || I dissolve my couch with my tear.

My eye is old from provocation, || It is old because of all my adversaries,

Turn from me all you workers of iniquity, || For YHWH heard the voice of my weeping,

YHWH has heard my supplication, || YHWH receives my prayer.

All my enemies are greatly ashamed and troubled, || They turn back—ashamed [in] a moment!