Psalms Chapter 6 (YLT)

1 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.

2 Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

3 And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

4 Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

5 For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?

6 I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

8 Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

9 Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.

10 Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed `in' a moment!