Psalm 6

O God! do not, in thine anger, correct me, nor, in thy wrath, chastise me.

Show me favour, O God, for languishing am I: Heal me, O God,—for dismayed are my bones:

Yea, my soul, is dismayed greatly, Thou, then, O God—how long?

Return, O God, deliver my soul, Save me, for the sake of thy lovingkindness;

For, in death, is no remembrance of thee,—In hades, who shall give thanks unto thee?

I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch,—With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:

My face, is all sunken with sorrow,—it hath aged, because of all mine adversaries.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for God hath heard the voice of my weeping:

God, hath heard my supplication, God, will receive, my prayer.

Let all my foes, turn pale and be greatly dismayed, Again let them turn pale in a moment.