PSALM 6

 

Do not rebuke me,

O Lord,

in your fury,

nor sweep me away

in your anger.

Have mercy on me,

O Lord,

for I am weak.

Heal me, O Lord,

for my bones are troubled

and my soul is greatly

distressed.

But you, O Lord--

how long?

Turn, O Lord,

snatch up my soul,

save me in your mercy,

for in death there is no remembrance

of you;

who will acknowledge you

in Sheol?

I have labored in my groaning;

nightly I make my bed swim

with my weeping;

I water my couch

with my tears.

My eye has grown dark

from bitterness,

I am worn out by all my enemies.

Away from me,

all who work injustice;

for the Lord has heard

the sound of my weeping.

The Lord has heard

my petition,

the Lord has accepted

my prayer.

May all my enemies be ashamed

and very much troubled,

may they quickly retreat

in their shame.

Translation Copyright © 2023 by Donald C. Traxler.