Prayer for Mercy in Time of Trouble.

For the music director; with stringed instruments, [a]upon an eight-string lyre. A Psalm of David.

Lord, (A)do not rebuke me in Your anger,
Nor discipline me in Your wrath.
Be gracious to me, Lord, for I am (B)frail;
(C)Heal me, Lord, for (D)my bones are horrified.
And my (E)soul is greatly horrified;
But You, Lord(F)how long?

Return, Lord, (G)rescue my [b]soul;
Save me because of Your mercy.
For (H)there is no [c]mention of You in death;
In [d]Sheol, who will praise You?

I am (I)weary with my sighing;
Every night I make my bed swim,
I flood my couch with (J)my tears.
My (K)eye has wasted away with grief;
It has grown old because of all my enemies.

(L)Leave me, all you who practice injustice,
For the Lord (M)has heard the sound of my weeping.
The Lord (N)has heard my pleading,
The Lord (O)receives my prayer.
10 All my enemies will (P)be put to shame and greatly horrified;
They shall [e]turn back, they will (Q)suddenly be put to shame.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 6 Title Or according to a lower octave (Heb Sheminith)
  2. Psalm 6:4 Or life
  3. Psalm 6:5 Or remembrance
  4. Psalm 6:5 I.e., the netherworld
  5. Psalm 6:10 Or again be abruptly put to shame

To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.

Favour me, O Jehovah, for I [am] weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?

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

Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.

10 Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed [in] a moment!