Psalms - Chapter 6
- To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.
- Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
- And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
- Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.
- For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
- I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
- Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
- Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,
- Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.
- Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed `in' a moment!
Young's Literal Translation