THE BOOK OF
PSALMS
PSALM 6
David cries unto the Lord for mercy—He asks to be healed and saved.
TO THE CHIEF MUSICIAN ON NEGINOTH UPON SHEMINITH, A PSALM OF DAVID.
1
O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
2
Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am aweak: O Lord, bheal me; for my bones are vexed.
3
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?
4
Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.
5
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the agrave who shall give thee thanks?
6
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my atears.
7
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
8
Depart from me, all ye workers of ainiquity; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
9
The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord will receive my prayer.
10
Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.
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