BBEV Psalms Chapter 6
To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm Of David. 6:1 O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion. 6:2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled. 6:3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long? 6:4 Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy. 6:5 For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise? 6:6 The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes. 6:7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me. 6:8 Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping. 6:9 The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him. 6:10 Let all those who are against me be shamed and deeply troubled; let them be turned back and suddenly put to shame.