Psalm 6 Easy-to-Read Version

To the director: With stringed instruments, on the sheminith. A song of David.

6 Lord, don’t punish me.
    Don’t correct me when you are so angry.
²Lord, be kind to me.
    I am sick and weak.
Heal me, Lord!
    My bones are shaking.
³    I am trembling all over.
Lord, how long until you heal me?^[a]
⁴Lord, come back and make me strong again.
    Save me because you are so loyal and kind.
⁵If I am dead, I cannot sing about you.
    Those in the grave don’t praise you.

⁶Lord, I am so weak.
    I cried to you all night.
My pillow is soaked;
    my bed is dripping wet from my tears.
⁷My enemies have caused me such sorrow
    that my eyes are worn out from crying.

⁸Go away, you wicked people,
because the Lord has heard my cries.
⁹The Lord has heard my request for mercy.
The Lord has accepted my prayer.

¹⁰All my enemies will be filled with fear and shame.
They will be sorry when disgrace suddenly comes upon them.