THE BIBLE
Psalms
Chapter 6

6:1 For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your anger, Neither discipline me in your wrath.
6:2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
6:3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh--how long?
6:4 Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, And save me for your loving kindness' sake.
6:5 For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?
6:6 I am weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.
6:7 My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my adversaries.
6:8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, For Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.
6:9 Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.
6:10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.

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