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