Psalms 6

O Lord, rebuke me not in thy anger, nor chasten me in thy wrath.

Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

My soul also is sorely troubled. But thou, O Lord —how long?

Turn, O Lord, save my life; deliver me for the sake of thy steadfast love.

For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in Sheol who can give thee praise?

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

My eye wastes away because of grief, it grows weak because of all my foes.

Depart from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.

The Lord has heard my supplication; the Lord accepts my prayer.

All my enemies shall be ashamed and sorely troubled; they shall turn back, and be put to shame in a moment.