Psalms

6 Jehovah, do not correct me in your anger

nor chastise me in your ire;

2 Do me a kindness, Jehovah, because I am forlorn;

make me well, Jehovah, because my bones are flinching.

3 My soul is flinching utterly;

Jehovah, how long will you?

4 Come back, Jehovah, rescue my soul;

save me for your friendship’s sake.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of you,

in the world below who will give you thanks?

6 I am tired with moaning; all night

I wash my bed with my tears;

I melt down my bedstead.

7 My eyes have been wearing away for vexation,

aging by all that distress me.

8 Away from me, all you that commit villainy,

for Jehovah has heard the sound of my weeping,

9 Jehovah has heard my petition,

Jehovah will receive my prayer.

10 All my enemies will be in great shame and consternation,

will turn back and be in sudden shame.