Psalm 6:1-10

To the Chief Musician, with stringed Instruments upon the eighth. A Melody of David. 6  O Yahweh! do not in thine anger correct me, Nor in thy wrath chastise me.  Shew me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh,—for dismayed are my bones:  Yea my soul is dismayed greatly, Thou then, O Yahweh—how long?  Return, O Yahweh, deliver my soul, Save me for the sake of thy lovingkindness;  For in death is no remembrance of thee,—In hades who shall give thanks unto thee?  I am weary with my sighing, I flood through the whole night my couch,—With my tears I cause my bed to dissolve:  My face is all sunken with sorrow,—It hath aged because of all mine adversaries.  Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, For Yahweh hath heard the voice of my weeping:  Yahweh hath heard my supplication, Yahweh will receive my prayer. 10  Let all my foes turn pale and be greatly dismayed, Again let them turn pale in a moment.

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