6 For the Pure and Shining One
A song for the end, sung for the new day by King David
¹ No, Lord! Don’t condemn me.
Don’t punish me in your fiery anger.
² Please deal gently with me, Yahweh;
show me mercy, for I’m sick and frail.
I’m fading away with weakness.
Heal me, for I’m falling apart.
³ How long until you take away this pain in my body and in my soul?
Lord, I’m trembling in fear!
⁴ Yahweh, return to me and deliver my life
because I know your faithful love is toward me.
⁵ How can I be any good to you dead?
For graveyards sing no songs.
In the darkness of death who remembers you?
How could I bring you praise if I’m buried in a tomb?
⁶ I’m exhausted and worn out with my weeping.
I endure weary, sleepless nights filled with moaning,
soaking my pillow with my tears.
⁷ My eyes of faith won’t focus anymore, for sorrow fills my heart.
There are so many enemies who come against me!
⁸ Go away! Leave me, all you troublemakers!
For the Lord has turned to listen to my thunderous cry.
⁹ Yes! Yahweh my healer has heard all my pleading
and has taken hold of my prayers and answered them all.
¹⁰ Now it’s my enemies who have been shamed.
Terror-stricken, they will turn back again,
knowing the bitterness of sudden disgrace!