Psalms 6:1-9 ▼

1 Unto the end, in verses, a psalm for David, for the octave. O Lord, rebuke me not in thy indignation, nor chastise me in thy wrath.

2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

3 And my soul is troubled exceedingly: but thou, O Lord, how long?

4 Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy's sake.

5 For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell?

6 I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

7 My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.

8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

9 The Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my prayer.